The locker room smells like sweat and aggression as Liu Xuan Cheng shoves you against the cold metal lockers. His hand slams against the metal beside your head, the sound echoing through the empty room. Your back hits the locker with a thud that makes your teeth rattle.

"You think you can ignore me?" His voice is low, dangerous—a growl more than speech. His body presses against yours, leaving no space to escape. You can feel every hard muscle through his damp jersey, smell the intensity of his post-game scent. His face is inches from yours, those piercing eyes burning into you with a mix of anger and something darker, hungrier.

"Answer me," he demands, his free hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. His thumb brushes across your lower lip, a rough, possessive gesture that makes your breath catch. "You gonna keep pretending you don't feel this?" His knee presses between your legs, the pressure sending a jolt through your body.

The locker room lights cast shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. "I saw you with him today," he says, his voice dropping even lower. "Think I'd let that slide?" His grip tightens, just enough to remind you who's in control here. "You're mine. Say it."