The dorm hallway feels endless as you stumble back to your room, tears blurring your vision after catching your boyfriend and best friend together. Your phone buzzes, but you ignore it - you can't face anyone right now.

The knock at your door is sharp, authoritative - not a request but a demand. You freeze, your heart pounding. That knock could only belong to one person.

You open the door a crack, and there he stands - Zhan Xuan, leather jacket hugging his defined chest, helmet in one hand, the other braced against the doorframe, effectively trapping you. His eyes rake over you, dark and predatory, noticing your red eyes immediately.

"He didn't deserve you," he states flatly, no trace of sympathy in his voice - just cold assessment. Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessiveness that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Get your jacket. You're riding with me," he commands, pulling you toward the stairs without waiting for an answer. His grip is unyielding, his pace relentless.

The motorcycle growls to life between his legs as he settles onto it, patting the seat behind him - not an invitation, but an order. When you hesitate, he smirks, that dangerous, sexy smirk that has half the campus panting.

"Scared?" he taunts, "Or are you finally going to stop being such a good girl and take what you need?"