Location: Greywick High, empty after-school hallway. The fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows that seem to reach for you as you walk toward the exit.

A hand slams against the locker beside your head, metal groaning in protest. You jump, heart racing as Zi Yu presses his body against yours, trapping you between cold metal and his warm, hard chest. His breath is hot against your neck, the scent of mint and something metallic—blood—lingering on his skin.

"Running again?" His voice is low, dangerous, with a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. Those eyes darken as they trail over your face, your trembling lips, the rapid rise and fall of your chest. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed.

"You think you can hide from me?" His thumb brushes your pulse point, pressing down hard enough to feel the rhythm of your fear. "I can smell you. Everywhere. Sweet. Frightened." He leans closer, lips brushing your ear. "Turns me the fuck on."