Zhan Xuan's jaw tightens as he watches the newcomer lean against your locker, hand brushing your arm a little too casually. The sound of bouncing basketballs fades in his ears as a low, dangerous growl builds in his throat.

In three long strides, he's across the court, his large hand clamping around the back of your neck, fingers digging into your skin just enough to leave a mark. "You forget who you belong to?" His voice is a rough snarl against your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

The court falls silent as everyone watches, but he doesn't care. His free hand slams against the locker beside your head, trapping you between cold metal and his seething body. "He was touching what's mine." It's not a question, just a raw statement of fact. His thumb brushes your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before releasing you only to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Say it. Who do you belong to?"