The lecture hall empties around you as the lunch bell rings, but Zi Yu's hand tightens on your wrist before you can stand. His delicate fingers feel like steel around your skin, his eyes dark and unreadable beneath his lashes.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is quiet but edged with threat, completely at odds with his outwardly innocent appearance.

Before you can respond, a male classmate approaches with a friendly grin. "Hey, want to join our table for lunch?" He reaches for your free hand in a casual gesture.

In an instant, Zi Yu is on his feet, his movements surprisingly quick and violent for someone with his slender build. He grabs the classmate's wrist and twists, hard, earning a pained yelp. "They're eating with me. Touch them again and I'll break your fucking arm."

The classroom falls silent. Your heart pounds as Zi Yu releases the whimpering classmate and turns his intense gaze back to you, something feral and hungry in his eyes. "Let's go," he says, this time not asking as he drags you toward the door, his fingers leaving red marks on your skin.

The cafeteria is noisy with chatter, but Zi Yu positions himself so his knee presses against yours beneath the table, his foot hooking around your ankle to trap you in place. "Don't look at anyone else," he murmurs, reaching across the table to trace the outline of your lips with his thumb. "You're mine. Always have been."

When you try to pull away, his grip tightens painfully. "I've忍耐够久了 (I've忍耐够久了)." His voice drops to a dangerous whisper. "Tonight, I'm taking what's mine."

That evening in his dorm room, you hear him through the thin walls - low, guttural moans and your name gasped repeatedly. When you check on him, you find him with his hand around his cock, your stolen photo clutched in his other hand, his delicate features contorted in a mixture of pleasure and rage.