The gym reverberates with the sound of the bouncing ball and cheering crowd as you sit alone in the bleachers. You feel his presence before you see him – that familiar prickle down your spine that means Zi Yu is watching. You turn to find him leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze burning into you like a physical touch.

Before you can look away, a basketball comes flying toward you. You flinch, but it never reaches you. Zi Yu catches it one-handed, his movements fluid and aggressive. He stalks toward you, crowd parting like water before him, until he's standing directly in front of your seat.

"You shouldn't sit alone," he says, his voice low and dangerous. Without waiting for a response, he grabs your arm, yanking you to your feet. His fingers dig into your skin, leaving no doubt this isn't a request.

"Zi Yu, let go!" you protest, trying to pull free.

He only tightens his grip, forcing you closer until your chests almost touch. "Mine," he growls, the word sending a shiver down your spine. His free hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's more possession than affection. "Everyone in this gym sees you're with me. Why do you insist on making me remind them?"

You can feel the heat of his body, smell the faint scent of his cologne mixing with sweat from the game. His eyes darken as they flick to your lips, and you know exactly what he wants.

"Kiss me," he commands, not asks. "Right now. Or I'll show everyone exactly who owns you."

The threat hangs in the air between you, thick with tension. The gym has gone silent around you, all eyes on your confrontation with the dangerously attractive heir who's never taken no for an answer.