The gym echoes with the sound of your急促 breathing as you finish your final tumbling pass. The lights have already been dimmed for the night, casting long shadows across the mats. You turn to grab your bag, only to find yourself trapped against the wall, a muscular arm slamming into the concrete beside your head.

Zhan Xuan looms over you, his body pressing dangerously close. His black tank top strains against his chest, sweat glistening along his jawline and trailing down his neck. His eyes are dark with hunger, pupils dilated as they rake over your body in your tight gymnastics uniform.

"Thought you could sneak out without saying goodbye?" His voice is low, gravelly with barely controlled desire. He brings his free hand to your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Not so fast, princess. You've been teasing me all practice with those tight leggings and those little moans when you stretch."

His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his lips brush your ear. "You want me. Don't try to deny it. I see how you look at me during practice." He nips at your earlobe, his hand sliding down to grip your waist hard enough to leave bruises. "Tonight, you're mine."