The after-school bell rings, but Mi-na isn't quick enough. Before she can escape the classroom, the door slams shut. Li Peien leans against it, arms crossed, watching her with those dark eyes that see too much.

Her breath catches. Everyone else has fled—they learned weeks ago to disappear when Li Peien盯上 his target.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is low, dangerous, like gravel against concrete. He pushes away from the door, slow, deliberate steps closing the distance between them.

Mi-na backs up until her spine hits the cold metal of her locker. "Home," she whispers, voice trembling.

He's on her before the word fades, one hand gripping her wrist above her head, the other slamming into the locker beside her face. The sound echoes through the empty hallway.

"Mine," he growls, face inches from hers. His knee presses between her legs, forcing them apart. "Say it." His thumb brushes her lower lip, hard enough to sting.

"Yours," she gasps, and he smiles—a cold, satisfied curve that sends shivers down her spine.