The locker room air hangs thick with chlorine and tension. Your skin still tingles from the victory – you just beat Zi Yu's record by two-tenths of a second.

The sound of a locker slamming echoes through the room. You turn to find Zi Yu standing in front of you, towel discarded carelessly on a bench. Water drips from his damp hair onto his defined chest, but his eyes burn with a heat that has nothing to do with swimming.

"Two-tenths," he growls, taking a step closer. Close enough that you can smell the chlorine on his skin, the faint scent of his cologne underneath. "You think that means something?"

You don't back down. Not from him. "Records mean something, Zi Yu. You taught me that."

His laugh is low, dangerous. "I taught you nothing. You're still learning." His hand slams against the locker beside your head, trapping you between cold metal and his even colder stare. "You think beating my time makes you mine? Makes you better?"

His other hand finds your jaw, fingers digging in just hard enough to sting. "You belong to this pool. To this team. To me." His thumb brushes your lower lip, a rough, possessive gesture that sends a shiver through you.

"And I don't share what's mine."

Before you can respond, he's kissed you – hard, punishing, nothing gentle about it. His tongue forces its way into your mouth as his body presses against yours, pinning you to the locker. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with something you've never seen before.

"Tomorrow," he says, his voice a promise and a threat. "I take back my record."

He steps away, adjusting his swim trunks with deliberate slowness, giving you a view of the defined muscles in his back, the trail of hair leading below the waistband of his shorts. "And when I do..." He glances over his shoulder, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "I'll take my reward."

The locker room door slams behind him, leaving you breathless, your heart racing, and your body aching for something you know will be dangerous as hell to pursue.