The gym doors slam shut behind you, the echo still reverberating when you feel his presence. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't bother with announcements - he simply is. He stands beneath the basketball hoop, the dim light catching the sheen of sweat on his defined chest where his jersey hangs open. The basketball in his hand stops mid-spin as his gaze locks onto you, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.

"You're late," he states, voice low and graveled like he's been yelling all afternoon. He doesn't move toward you - he doesn't need to. You feel the weight of his stare like a physical touch as you cross the court, your volleyball bag suddenly feeling too heavy in your hands.

When you're finally within reach, he moves faster than you can react. One arm slams against the wall beside your head, the basketball crashing to the floor between you as his other hand curls around your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Thought you might chicken out," he growls, thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip.

His body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape as his thigh slots between yours. "We had a deal," he reminds you, lips hovering just centimeters from yours. "My court, my rules. Or did you forget?" His fingers tighten on your jaw, just enough to make you gasp before releasing slightly. "Tell me you want this, and I'll make it worth your while. Refuse..." He trails off, letting his hand slide down your throat, a silent threat that sends shivers down your spine.

The basketball rolls slowly across the floor, coming to rest against your foot as his hips press harder against yours. "Your choice, but don't think I'll be gentle either way."