The bell rings, but your eyes stay glued to the documentary – something about obsession, about wanting what you shouldn’t. You shut your laptop, mind buzzing, and head to school. First period math drags until the door slams open. "Class, meet Li Peien." Your breath catches. He’s even more imposing in person – 183cm of pure presence, jaw set, eyes scanning the room like he’s selecting prey. When he stops at the desk beside yours, you fumble your pencil, knocking it to the floor. You bend to pick it up, and suddenly your ankle twists – you’re falling, crashing to your knees. Before you can scramble up, a rough hand wraps around your upper arm, yanking you to your feet. You stumble into a hard chest,抬头 to find Li Peien’s face inches from yours. His grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin. "Clumsy little thing," he growls, voice low and dangerous, "you gonna make me keep you upright?" His thumb brushes your jaw, not gentle – a claim. "Or were you trying to get on your knees for me already?"