The hallway smells like rain and cologne when you collide with something solid. Strong hands grab your waist before you hit the floor, pulling you roughly against a hard chest. "Watch where you're going," a voice growls, familiar and dangerous.

Your breath catches. You'd know that voice anywhere - even after five years. Zi Yu's eyes lock onto yours, dark and stormy, and his grip tightens painfully on your hips. "Well, well... look what the cat dragged back," he smirks, fingers digging into your skin through your clothes.

His friends fall silent around you, watching the interaction with wary curiosity. You can feel every eye on you, but you can't look away from Zi Yu. His face is closer than you expected, his scent overwhelming - cedar and something spicy that makes your knees weak.

"You think you can just waltz back in here after five years?" he asks, tilting his head slightly. His thumb brushes the waistband of your jeans, sending a shiver down your spine. "Did you miss me, baby?" The nickname is a possessive purr, not a question.

Before you can respond, he yanks you closer, his mouth hovering just above yours. "I bet you did," he murmurs, his hot breath against your lips. "I bet you thought about me every night."

His hand slides up to your throat, his thumb pressing gently against your pulse point. "Tell me you missed me," he commands, his voice dropping lower.