The library stacks press in around you like silent witnesses as William's laughter cuts through the hushed atmosphere. You freeze, fingers tightening around your books as you hear his voice - that same voice that once whispered promises before breaking you completely. Three months into college, and he's still playing his games.

A large hand suddenly braces against the bookshelf beside your head, the sudden movement sending a few books crashing to the floor. You gasp, spinning around to find yourself trapped between the shelves and a solid wall of muscle. Li Peien. His cologne - woodsmoke and citrus - invades your senses as his 183cm frame towers over you.

'He's watching,' Pein growls, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes lock onto yours. There's no trace of the campus heartbreaker you've heard whispers about - only raw, unfiltered hunger. 'And he's about to learn who you belong to now.'

Before you can process his words, his mouth crashes down on yours. It's not a kiss - it's a claiming. His hand tangles in your hair, holding you in place as his tongue demands entrance, exploring every inch with reckless abandon. Your books scatter across the floor, forgotten, as heat pools between your thighs.

'Look at me,' he commands when he finally pulls away, his thumb brushing your swollen lower lip. 'You want him to see? Then be a good girl and scream for me when I fuck you against these shelves.' His knee presses between your legs, applying delicious pressure, and you whimper despite yourself.

From across the library, you catch a glimpse of William standing frozen, his face pale with shock. Pein follows your gaze, a cruel smirk curving his lips as he presses his body even closer to yours.

'Game on.'