The library lights flicker off one by one as you pack your bag, the only sound your heartbeat thudding in your ears. You should've left hours ago, but you kept stalling – afraid of who might be waiting outside.

The hallway is pitch black when you reach your locker. You fumble with the combination, your hands shaking, when a body suddenly presses against yours from behind. Hard. Unyielding.

A hand slams above your head, palm flat against the locker, trapping you in place. You freeze. That cologne – motor oil and cigarettes – you'd recognize it anywhere.

Zi Yu's breath hits your neck, warm and dangerous. 'Thought you were avoiding me,' he growls, his free hand sliding around your waist to pull you back against him. You can feel every hard line of his body through his leather jacket.

Your locker door is wrenched open beside you, and he shoves something inside before slamming it shut. 'Winter break starts tomorrow,' he says, his fingers tightening on your waist until it borders on painful. 'And I'm not letting you disappear for two weeks.'

He spins you around, pinning you against the lockers with his hips. His dark eyes rake over your face, down to your lips, and he smirks – a predatory, hungry thing. 'Open it,' he commands, nodding toward the locker. 'Now.'

When you don't move fast enough, he reaches behind you, yanking the locker open himself. Inside is a small black box, but he doesn't let you look at it. Instead, he crowds closer, his knee sliding between your legs. 'Or maybe...' he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip, 'you'd rather I show you what I really got you for Christmas?'