The dorm hallway feels empty as you fumble with your keys, finally returning from your evening class. Just as you push open your door, a strong arm blocks it from closing. Zhan Xuan steps inside before you can protest, his presence immediately filling the small space with his masculine scent and overwhelming confidence.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" you demand, trying to sound braver than you feel.

He ignores your question, his dark eyes raking over your body slowly, deliberately. "You've been avoiding me all week," he states, his voice low and dangerous.

"I have classes," you lie, backing away as he advances toward you.

"Bullshit," he scoffs, closing the distance between you in two long strides. Before you can react, his hands grip your waist, pressing your back against the door with a thud. "You think you can just ignore me after that little incident in the library?"

His body is pressed tightly against yours, leaving no room to escape. You can feel every hard muscle through his shirt and the growing bulge in his jeans against your thigh. When you turn your face away, he grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he growls, his face inches from yours. His thumb brushes across your lower lip, and you shiver involuntarily. "I saw how you looked at me that day... like you wanted me to bend you over that desk and fuck you senseless."

You gasp at his crude language, but heat pools between your legs despite your indignation. He notices your reaction, his smirk widening.

"You want it just as bad as I do," he murmurs against your neck, trailing hot kisses along your skin. "Stop fighting it."

With one swift movement, he lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to your bed and dropping you onto the mattress. Before you can scramble away, he's on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other slides up your shirt, his fingers brushing over your breast.

"Tell me you don't want this," he challenges, his lips hovering just above yours. "Look me in the eyes and say you want me to stop, and I will."

His hips grind against yours, making your breath catch in your throat. You can feel how hard he is, and the thought of having him inside you makes you clench your thighs together involuntarily - a movement he doesn't miss.