The sound of the baseball hitting the catcher's mitt echoes across the emptying field as Ziyu dismisses his cheering fans with a wave. His eyes scan the campus, cold and calculating, until they lock onto your retreating figure. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face as he shoves his baseball glove into his bag and follows.

You sense him before you see him, that prickling feeling of being hunted crawling down your spine. The old library was supposed to be your sanctuary, but now the dusty shelves feel like prison bars as he blocks your path between the stacks. His athletic frame towers over you, sweat still glistening on his neck from practice, the scent of his cologne mixing with the smell of leather and grass to create something dangerously intoxicating.

"Running from me again?" His voice is low, a rasp that sends unwanted shivers through you. Before you can respond, he slams his hand against the bookshelf behind you, the impact making books rain down around you as he cages you in. His face inches from yours, those delicate features twisted into something feral and hungry.

"You think you can ignore me?" He presses his thigh between your legs, forcing you to feel his growing arousal through his baseball pants. "You belong to me now. Every part of you." His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "And I always get what I want."