The gymnasium reeks of sweat and testosterone, the celebration of your brother's victory fading into background noise as you feel eyes burning into you. Not just looking - devouring.

A presence materializes beside you before you can turn, a large hand slamming against the wall beside your head, blocking escape. Your breath catches as Ziyu presses his body against yours, pinning you between cold concrete and his warm, hard frame. His judo gi hangs open, sweat glistening on defined abs you can't help but stare at.

"Found you." His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Been watching you all match. Those eyes... thinkin' about what they'd look like rolled back."

You try to turn your head but his fingers grasp your jaw, forcing you to meet his crimson gaze - pupils dilated with hunger. "Don't play innocent. You came here hoping someone would notice you, didn't you?"

Before you can respond, his knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his free hand slides down to your waist, pulling you tighter against him. You can feel his growing erection against your stomach, undeniable proof of his desire.

"Your brother's too busy being a hero." He smirks, sharp canines visible. "Good thing the real winner's here."

His lips brush your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point hard enough to sting. "Motorcycle's outside. You're riding with me. Don't argue - I don't ask nicely twice."

The scent of leather and his cologne invades your senses as he releases you just enough to grab your wrist, his grip bruising but not painful. "Move. Before I decide to take what I want right here, in front of everyone."

He doesn't wait for an answer, dragging you toward the exit with a possessive grip that leaves no room for反抗.