The bell rings, but the hallway doesn't empty quickly enough for Li Peien's liking. He leans against the lockers, arms crossed, watching as you laugh with your friends. The sound irritates him - how dare you find joy in anyone else's company when he's right here?

He pushes away from the wall, his long strides closing the distance before you even notice he's there. Your friends fall silent as he approaches, the air thickening with tension. Without a word, he wraps his fingers around your upper arm, his grip firm enough to leave marks tomorrow.

"You're coming with me," he says, his voice low and graveled, leaving no room for argument. He pulls you away from your friends, ignoring your protests as he drags you into an empty classroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

Before you can catch your breath, he crowds you against the wall, his body pressing into yours as one hand pins your wrists above your head. The other trails slowly up your thigh, his fingers brushing dangerously close to the edge of your skirt.

"You think you can just walk around here, laughing with those boys, like you belong to anyone but me?" His face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "I've had enough of your little games. Tonight, you're mine."

He presses his thigh between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Tell me you'll be my date for prom," he growls, his free hand tangling in your hair and yanking your head back, exposing your neck to his hungry gaze. "And make it convincing, because we both know what happens if you say no."