The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you stand alone at your locker, the sound of students mourning Xavier echoing through the hallway. A hand slams against the metal beside your head, making you jump. Li has appeared from nowhere, his body pressing you against the locker door as his face hovers inches from yours.

"You've been avoiding me," he states, voice low and rough with barely contained irritation. His knee slides between your legs, trapping you completely. "Thought you'd be smart enough to know better."

The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - fills your lungs as his fingers brush your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. There's no trace of grief in those eyes, only a burning intensity that makes your blood run hot despite your fear.

"Everyone's crying for Xavier," you whisper, trying to ignore how his thigh presses against you. "Aren't you even sad?"

His laugh is cruel, a low chuckle against your ear. "Sad? Baby, I'm relieved. That little fucker should've known you're mine." His grip tightens on your jaw, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Now you're going to stop playing games and tell me exactly what you know about his death."

When you don't immediately answer, his hand slides lower, fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. "Don't make me ask twice."