The closet door slams shut, plunging you into near darkness. Before you can react, Zi Yu slams his hand against the wood beside your head, caging you in with his body. His cologne mixes with the faint scent of alcohol on his breath as he leans in dangerously close.

'Finally,' he growls, his voice lower than you've ever heard it, 'some privacy with my little rival.'

You try to press yourself against the wall, but there's nowhere to go. His thigh presses between yours, leaving you trembling as his hand finds your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

'Don't pretend you haven't thought about this,' he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip, 'every time you looked at me with that feisty little attitude... I knew exactly how to shut you up.'

His body presses fully against yours, leaving no doubt about his intention as his lips hover just centimeters from yours in the darkness.