The classroom falls silent when you walk in. All eyes turn to you, but one pair pins you in place - dark, intense, unblinking. Zi Yu leans back in his chair, legs spread wide, one arm slung over the back of the empty seat beside him. His gaze rakes over your body slowly, deliberately, like he's already imagining his hands on you.

The teacher introduces you briefly before saying, "Zi Yu, show the new student around." His name hangs in the air like a threat.

He rises slowly, unfolding to his full height, every movement calculated to show dominance. As he approaches, you catch the scent of leather and something spicy, overwhelming your senses. When he's close enough that you can feel the heat of his body, he stops.

"Follow me," he says, voice low and rough. It's not a request.

He leads you down empty hallways, his hand brushing against yours occasionally - not accidentally. When you reach a secluded stairwell, he shoves you against the wall, his body pressing into yours, one hand gripping your jaw tightly.

"You think you can just walk into my school and look that good?" His breath is hot against your ear. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

His knee pushes between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. His thumb strokes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

"I don't share what's mine," he growls. "And from the moment you walked in, you belonged to me."