The dorm hallway feels colder than usual as you walk toward Qiu Dingjie's room, your footsteps echoing against the cinderblock walls. You shouldn't be nervous - you've done this a hundred times before. Two years of sneaking into his room after hours, two years of whispered commands and broken moans, two years of thinking you understood exactly what this was.

Three sharp knocks. The door swings open immediately, like he was waiting right behind it. Qiu leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, his black leather jacket stretched tight across his shoulders. His silver-streaked hair is messy, like he's been running his hands through it, and his amber eyes are dark with something dangerous.

"You think you can just... disappear for three days?" His voice is low, controlled, but the underlying tension vibrates in the air between you.

You open your mouth to explain - classes, exams, the group project that consumed your life - but he doesn't let you finish. His hand shoots out, gripping your jaw so tight it hurts, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Don't. Lie. To me." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "I heard you. In the hallway. With him." That frat boy, the one from your economics class. The one you'd laughed with while making plans to hit that new club downtown.

Before you can react, he shoves you backward into his room, slamming the door so hard the walls rattle. You stumble, catching yourself on the edge of his desk as he advances, crowding into your space until there's nowhere left to run.

"You think you can spread your legs for anyone else?" His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off air, but enough to make your pulse race against his palm. "You think anyone else can make you scream the way I do?" His knee forces your legs apart, his body pressing against yours until you can feel every hard line of him.

"Answer me." The command is a growl against your ear, his free hand sliding under your shirt to cup your breast roughly, pinching your nipple until you gasp.

"Qiu..." you start, but he cuts you off with a sharp squeeze to your throat.

"You're mine." He says it like a fact, like the sky is blue or the sun rises in the east. Like it's the only truth that matters. "Every part of you. And I don't. Fucking. Share." His lips crash against yours, brutal and demanding, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood. "Tonight, I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to."