The library air feels thick with tension as you reach for a book on the top shelf. Before you can tip-toe higher, a solid chest presses against your back, strong arms caging you against the wooden shelves. Zhan Xuan's scent—sandalwood and something sharp, dangerous—surrounds you completely.

"Need assistance, little one?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. One large hand covers yours on the shelf, dwarfing it completely as he effortlessly retrieves the book you wanted. Rather than stepping back, he presses closer, his thigh wedging between your legs.

"You should know better than to stretch like that in my presence," he murmurs, his free hand sliding up your waist to grip your jaw, forcing you to tilt your head back. His thumb brushes across your lower lip, tugging it down slightly. "It looks like an invitation."

His eyes darken with something primal when you gasp, his grip tightening just enough to remind you who's in control. "And we both know what happens when you invite me, don't we?"