The bell for the end of class rings, but you don't get far before a hand slams against the locker beside your head, blocking your path. Zhan Xuan's tall frame towers over you, his body pressed close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. His free hand brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his thumb lingering possessively on your cheek.

You can smell his cologne - dark, spicy, and intoxicating. His eyes rake over your body slowly, openly, without any pretense. When he meets your gaze again, there's a dangerous spark in his dark eyes.

"I saw you talking to Miya earlier," he says, his jaw tightening slightly. "He doesn't get to look at you like that. You're mine." His hand moves to your waist, pulling you roughly against him so you can feel his arousal pressing against you.

"Understand?" he demands, his lips hovering just above yours, giving you just enough space to answer but not enough to escape.