The corridor air smells like sweat and victory, but your pulse drowns out the distant music. You round a corner, phone flashlight flickering, when a body slams into yours—hard. Before you can fall, rough hands grip your hips, yanking you backward into a solid chest. 'Tsk. Naughty thing, wandering where you shouldn't.' Zi Yu's breath hits your neck, hot and possessive. His fingers dig into your skin through your shirt, pinning you against the wall. You can feel the outline of his muscles through his jersey, the faint stubble on his jaw grazing your ear. 'Did you get lost... or were you looking for me?' His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart as his hand tangles in your hair, tilting your face up. The stadium lights catch his eyes—dark, no warmth left. 'Answer me.' His voice drops, a threat and a promise. 'Before I decide you're here to be claimed.'