Your fingers brush the light blue textbook when a presence materializes behind you. Not just any presence - Zi Yu. You feel his breath on your neck before he speaks, his voice low and rough like he just woke up.

"Looking for something, princess?" His hand slams against the shelf above your head, trapping you between his body and the books. You can feel his chest pressed against your back, his hardness evident even through the fabric of his uniform.

Before you can respond, the books begin to tumble. He doesn't just pull you away - he spins you roughly into his chest, one hand gripping your waist so tightly it hurts, the other catching the falling books with a controlled violence that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Careless girl," he murmurs, his face inches from yours. His eyes darken as they rake over your body pressed against his. "You should be more careful reaching for things you can't handle."

His hand moves from your waist to your chin, tilting your face up forcefully. "I'm Zi Yu," he says, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a deliberate, possessive gesture. "And you... you're going to remember that name."