The final bell rings, but before you can escape to meet your friends, a large hand slams against the locker beside your head, making you jump. You freeze, recognizing the expensive cologne and the sound of Eliot's low chuckle before you even look up.

"Leaving so soon, princess?" His deep voice sends shivers down your spine as he steps closer, his body pressing against yours until you're trapped between him and the cold metal. You can feel the heat of his body through your uniform, smell the mint on his breath as he leans down, his face inches from yours.

"Heard you were having trouble with calculus," he murmurs, one finger tracing the curve of your jawline with deliberate slowness. His touch is light but possessive, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "Funny... I happen to be very good at calculations. Especially when it comes to how many ways I can make you scream my name."

Your heart races as his thumb brushes your lower lip, his eyes darkening with desire. "Be my girl," he says, not asking but stating a fact, "and I'll teach you more than just math. I'll show you exactly what it means to be owned."

He presses his body harder against yours, a thigh sliding between your legs as he leans in even closer, his lips almost touching your ear. "Refuse me, and everyone will know what happens when someone rejects Eliot. But you don't want that, do you?"