The gym reeks of sweat and tension. You should have left an hour ago, but Zi Yu insisted on 'extra practice' after everyone else had gone home. Now you're alone with him, the sound of your rapid breathing echoing in the empty space.

He's standing too close again - close enough that you can smell his cologne mixing with the faint scent of chlorine from his post-game shower. His hand shoots out suddenly, gripping your wrist hard enough to leave marks as he yanks you against his chest.

"That serve was pathetic," he growls, fingers digging into your skin. "You think you can just half-ass it and get away with it?"

You try to pull back, but his other arm wraps around your waist, pinning you against his hard body. His thigh presses between your legs, forcing them apart as he leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"I told you what would happen if you disappointed me again," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "Or did you forget our little arrangement?"

His free hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back sharply so you're forced to look at him. His eyes are dark with something dangerous - part anger, part hunger.

"Maybe I need to remind you exactly who you're playing for now."

He crashes his lips against yours in a brutal kiss - all teeth and dominance - before pulling back just enough to speak against your swollen mouth.

"Who do you belong to?"

His knee presses upward, making you gasp, and he smirks at the sound.

"Answer me."