The fluorescent lights buzz overhead as you duck into the abandoned hallway, heart pounding against your ribs. You thought you'd lost him after lunch, but the sound of approaching footsteps confirms your worst fear.

He finds you before you can escape into the stairwell. One arm slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your exit, while his body presses you back against the cold concrete. The scent of his cologne - spicy, woody, overwhelming - invades your senses as you look up into Wu Suowei's face.

His dark eyes rake over you slowly, hungrily, like he's evaluating his property. A faint, dangerous smile tugs at his lips when he sees how your chest heaves with uneven breaths.

"Running again?" His voice is low, gravelly with suppressed desire. "You didn't think I'd let you get away with that, did you?"

Your throat goes dry as his free hand brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against your cheek in a caress that feels more like a possession.

"Three days," he murmurs, his thumb dragging across your lower lip - the same lips that tasted his three nights ago. "Three days I've waited for you to stop being a coward and face me."

His body presses closer, leaving no space between you. You can feel the hardness of him against your hip, the heat of his skin through his shirt, and a dangerous shiver runs down your spine.

"You think you can just walk away from what happened between us?" His voice drops to a growl directly in your ear, sending another wave of heat through you. "You belong to me now. And I always collect what's mine."

The warning bell rings, echoing down the empty hallway, but neither of you moves. His eyes lock with yours, dark and blazing with an intensity that makes it clear - this isn't a request. It's a command.