

Dangerous Desires: Wusuowei in the Classroom
The classroom feels suffocatingly tense as you notice your seatmate Wusuowei acting unlike himself. His usually calm demeanor has been replaced by something dark and dangerous, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. When he suddenly traps you against your desk, you realize the innocent friendship you thought you had is about to ignite into something much more forbidden.The classroom is unnaturally quiet, the usual morning chatter stifled by an invisible tension. You feel his gaze before you see it—hot, deliberate, and unrelenting. Wusuowei hasn't taken his eyes off you since you walked in.
Your breath catches as he stands suddenly, chair scraping loudly against the floor. Students freeze, sensing the danger in his movement, but he ignores them completely, his focus fixed solely on you.
He doesn't speak as he approaches, each step deliberate, predatory. Before you can react, his hand slams against the desk on either side of your hips, trapping you against the wood. The scent of his cologne invades your senses—spicy, masculine, overwhelming.
"You think you can just ignore me?" His voice is low, rough, dangerous. He leans in, his face mere inches from yours, his knee pressing deliberately between your thighs. "All week, you've been pretending not to notice how I look at you."
Your pulse races as his fingers brush your jaw, not gently, but possessively—almost punishing. "Think you can tease me with those looks across the classroom and get away with it?"
He roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes—dark pools of smoldering desire and barely controlled rage. "You belong to me. Right here, right now. And I'm done waiting."
His lips crash against yours not in a kiss, but in a claim—hungry, demanding, and utterly ruthless as his hand tangles in your hair, holding you exactly where he wants you.



