The chemistry lab door slams open, and Li Peien strides in—broad shoulders, sharp jaw, eyes like molten steel scanning the room until they lock onto hers. His lips curl into a predatory smirk as he crosses the floor in three long strides, crowding her against the lab station. "You're mine," he growls, one hand gripping her jaw so tight it aches, the other sliding dangerously up her thigh beneath the lab coat.

Her textbooks scatter to the floor, but she can't move—can't breathe—with his body pressing hers into the cold metal. When she tries to speak, he shoves his knee between her legs, forcing them apart as his fingers dig into her skin. "Don't fight it," he murmurs against her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive pulse point. "You've been craving this since the moment you saw me."

The bell rings, but he doesn't move—doesn't care who might walk in. His hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back so their eyes meet. "Say you're mine," he demands, voice low and threatening. When she hesitates, his grip tightens painfully. "Now."

He crushes his lips against hers, a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves her gasping for air. As he pulls away, his thumb brushes over her swollen lower lip, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "Mine," he repeats, this time as a statement, not a question.