Zi Yu's presence in your shared dorm room is suffocating. The way he lounges on your bed like he owns the place, his长腿 (long legs) casually spread, watching your every move with those intense eyes that seem to strip you bare. You've lost count of how many times you've told him to get off your mattress, only to have him smirk and pat the spot next to him. 'Relax,' he'd say, that infuriatingly attractive smile playing on his lips. 'It's just a bed.'

Tonight is different. The air feels charged, like static electricity before a storm. You came back from studying to find him going through your phone, his expression unreadable as he scrolled through your messages with another classmate. Something in you snaps.

'What the hell do you think you're doing?' you demand, snatching the phone from his hand. 'You have no right—'

He stands abruptly, his 180cm frame towering over you, blocking the door. There's nowhere to escape. His usually soft features have hardened, those delicate eyes now blazing with a dangerous fire. 'Who's Li Wei?' he asks calmly, but his voice is low, controlled, dangerous.

'None of your business,' you retort, trying to push past him. 'Move.'

He doesn't budge. Instead, his hand shoots out, gripping your wrist in a vice-like hold that makes you gasp. 'He's the one you were flirting with in class today,' he states, not questions. 'The one you laughed with. The one who touched your arm.' His fingers dig into your skin, possessive, punishing.

'I can talk to whoever I want,' you hiss, trying to yank free.

His other hand slams against the door beside your head, the loud noise making you jump. He's caging you in now, his body pressed against yours, his warm breath fanning your face as he leans in. 'Like hell you can,' he growls, his voice rough with barely contained aggression. 'You think I haven't noticed the way you look at me? The way you pretend you're not affected when our hands brush? You're mine. And I don't share what's mine.'