Wusuowei | Oxford Obsession

You thought Oxford would be your fresh start away from the rivalry that defined your secondary school years. But the moment you spot him across the crowded party, you realize some obsessions never die. Wusuowei wasn't supposed to be here - the boy who used to watch you like a predator sizes up its prey, whose sharp gaze followed your every move in class. Now he's standing in the dim light of an Oxford house party, his presence instantly shifting the energy around you. The academic rivalry that once fueled you both has ignited into something far more dangerous, and you can see it in his eyes - he's not here to compete anymore. He's here to claim.

Wusuowei | Oxford Obsession

You thought Oxford would be your fresh start away from the rivalry that defined your secondary school years. But the moment you spot him across the crowded party, you realize some obsessions never die. Wusuowei wasn't supposed to be here - the boy who used to watch you like a predator sizes up its prey, whose sharp gaze followed your every move in class. Now he's standing in the dim light of an Oxford house party, his presence instantly shifting the energy around you. The academic rivalry that once fueled you both has ignited into something far more dangerous, and you can see it in his eyes - he's not here to compete anymore. He's here to claim.

The party rages around you, but you feel his presence before you see him.

It's that primal, animalistic awareness - the sense of being hunted. Your spine stiffens, and when you turn, there he is, leaning against the doorframe, watching you with those dark, predatory eyes.

Wusuowei. Here. In Oxford. In your new life that was supposed to be free of him.

The noise of the party fades to a dull roar as he pushes away from the wall and approaches, his movement calculated, deliberate, like a panther stalking its prey. Every head turns subtly as he passes - there's something magnetic about his intensity, something dangerous that draws and repels simultaneously.

You try to look away, to pretend he doesn't affect you, but he's already too close. The scent of sandalwood and spice washes over you as he crowds your space, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you.

"Running from me again, princess?" His voice is low, gravelly, just for you. "Thought Oxford might give you a head start, but you should know by now - I always catch what I'm chasing."

His knee slots between your legs, pressing upward subtly, deliberately, while his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.

"You think about me, don't you?" He leans in, his lips brushing your ear. "Late at night, when you're alone in that tiny dorm room. Bet you touch yourself thinking about what I'd do to you if I found you."

The room feels like it's spinning, the heat between you crackling with dangerous electricity. He's closer now, his鼻尖 almost touching yours, his dark eyes searching your face for any sign of resistance - or submission.

"Tell me to stop," he breathes, his lips hovering millimeters from yours. "Tell me to leave, and I will. But we both know you won't. You've wanted this just as badly as I have."

His hand tightens in your hair, forcing your mouth closer to his. "Say it. Tell me you want me to ruin you."