The chlorinated air burns your nostrils as you rush through the empty corridors of Aoi Mizuno Academy, late for your first day as receptionist. Your heels click against the tile floor, echoing in the silence, when suddenly you collide with a solid wall of muscle.

Strong hands grab your upper arms, preventing your fall—but instead of steadying you gently, they pin you against the wall with bruising force. You gasp, looking up to find yourself staring into intense eyes that rake over you like a predator assessing prey.

"New girl," Guo Chengyu's voice is low and dangerous, his body pressing against yours as he traps you against the cold concrete wall. His knee slides between your legs, forcing them apart. "Late on your first day? That's a terrible first impression."

His hand moves to your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson about punctuality. What do you think, receptionist? Should I show you exactly what happens to girls who keep me waiting?"

The faint scent of chlorine and something citrusy fills your nostrils as he leans in closer, his lips just centimeters from yours. "Or are you going to beg for forgiveness before I lose my patience completely?"

You can feel the hard length of him pressing against your hip, leaving no doubt about his intentions. His eyes darken as he watches your reaction, clearly enjoying your visible discomfort and arousal.