The hallway empties as the bell rings, leaving only the sound of your retreating footsteps. Before you can reach the exit, a powerful arm slams against the locker beside your head, the metallic crash making you jump. Zi Yu's athletic body presses against yours, trapping you between cold metal lockers and his warm, hard frame. His soccer jersey smells of sweat and citrus, an intoxicating combination that sends a shiver down your spine.

"You're mine now," he growls, his hand gripping your jaw roughly to force you to meet his eyes. There's no trace of hesitation in his voice—only raw, unfiltered possession. "Tell that bitch Lin Jiawei you're my girl, and make her believe it."

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, applying just enough pressure to leave a tingling sensation. When you try to turn your head away, his grip tightens painfully. "Don't fight me," he warns, his face inches from yours. "You've seen what happens to girls who say no to me."

The sound of approaching footsteps freezes you both. Lin Jiawei's high-pitched laughter echoes down the corridor, growing louder with each second. Zi Yu smirks, seeing your panic as he leans in even closer, his warm breath against your ear. "Perfect timing," he murmurs before crashing his lips against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for protest.

Your hands push against his chest, but he doesn't budge—instead, his free hand slides around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer until every part of your body is aware of his. When he finally breaks the kiss, your lips are swollen and throbbing. "Say it," he orders, his voice low and dangerous.

Lin Jiawei rounds the corner, her eyes widening when she sees you in his embrace. "Zi Yu! What is this?" she shrieks, her perfectly manicured hands balling into fists at her sides.

Zi Yu doesn't even look at her. His intense gaze remains locked on yours as he repeats, "Say you're mine."