The locker room reeks of sweat and teenage hormones as you stand toe-to-toe with Zi Yu, your usual argument escalating into shoving. Before you can register what's happening, a group of laughing students jostle past, slamming the locker door shut with both of you inside.

Total darkness envelopes you, the confined space leaving no room to move away from him. His body presses against yours from behind, warm and solid, his breath hot against your neck. You can feel the outline of his muscular torso through his thin shirt.

"Fucking perfect," he growls, his voice lower and rougher than you've ever heard it. Instead of trying to open the door, his hands find your hips, fingers digging into your flesh with bruising force. "Trapped with the person I hate most..." His lips brush your earlobe as he grinds his hips against you. "But maybe this isn't such a bad accident after all."