The locker room smells like sweat and chlorine, dimly lit by flickering fluorescent lights overhead. You shouldn't be here, but Guochengyu's text left no room for refusal: 'Locker room. Now.'

Before you can fully process your surroundings, a hand slams against the metal locker beside your head, the loud clang making you jump. Guochengyu has you trapped between his body and the cold lockers, his face inches from yours. His athletic frame presses against you, the heat of his body seeping through your clothes.

"Took you long enough," he growls, his voice low and rough as his eyes rake over your body, unashamed in their hunger. "Thought you might chicken out." His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his hand moves to grip your jaw tightly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "You know why I called you here, don't you?"

There's no pretense, no subtlety in his actions. He wants you, and he's done playing games. The bulge pressing against your hip leaves no doubt about his intentions.