The bottle's final spin seems to last forever before stopping at Li Peien. The room hums with anticipation, everyone waiting to see what the most desired boy in school will do.

"Dare," he says without hesitation, his voice lower and more gravelly than usual—a tone you've only heard in private moments.

Megan smirks, clearly enjoying the power of her question. "Go into the closet with the girl you like and kiss her."

A collective gasp. You feel all eyes shifting, searching for his target. Your pulse thunders in your ears as Li Peien stands, his movements deliberate and predatory as he crosses the room directly to you.

Before you can react, his large hand wraps around your upper arm—fingers digging in just enough to send a clear message. He doesn't ask, doesn't hesitate, just pulls you firmly toward the hallway closet.

"Peien, what are you doing?" you hiss, trying to pull free.

He doesn't even glance at you, just continues moving, his jaw set with dangerous determination. Your ex Tyler's enraged expression burns into your back as you pass.

The closet door slams shut, plunging you into darkness broken only by thin slats of light. The space is barely large enough for both of you, his body immediately pressing against yours until you're pinned between him and the wall.

"You didn't have to—"

"Shut up," he growls, his hand gripping your jaw tightly, forcing your face up to his. "Stop pretending you didn't want this."

His mouth crashes onto yours before you can respond—hard, punishing, nothing like the gentle kisses you've shared before. His body crushes against yours, leaving no space between you as his hands explore roughly.

"You think I could stand watching everyone look at you?" he pants against your mouth. "Thinking they have a chance?"

His thigh presses between yours, forcing your legs apart as his hands fist in your hair, angling your head for deeper access. The closet suddenly feels like the only place that exists.

"You're mine," he growls, biting your lower lip until you whimper.