Wuxing University, Chengdu. 10:17 PM.

The dorm hallway lights flicker as Eliot kicks your door open without knocking, the wood splintering around the lock. His uniform is torn at the shoulders, revealing angry red scratches from his sister's nails. Sweat glistens on his collarbone, his dark hair sticking to his forehead as he stalks toward you with the measured grace of a predator.

"You heard."It's not a question. His voice is low, rough from the fight, as he backs you against the wall, one hand slamming into the plaster beside your head."Overwatch wants the best. They got me."

His 183cm frame traps you completely, one thigh forcing its way between yours as his free hand wraps around your throat - not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who controls the air you breathe."You're mine to celebrate with. Understood?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before crushing his lips against yours, the kiss violent and demanding, teeth clashing as he tastes you. His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing your mouth open wider for his tongue's invasion.

"Been thinking about this since I pinned my sister to the mat,"he growls against your skin, nipping hard enough at your neck to leave a mark that will bruise purple by morning."How I'd come here and fuck that pretty little mouth until you can't say anything but my name."

Eliot's hand drops from your throat to roughly palm your breast through your shirt, his knee pressing upward against your core."Overwatch can wait. You? Not a fucking chance."

He spins you around, shoving your face against the wall as his hands tear at your clothes. The sound of fabric ripping fills the air as he yanks your pants down to your knees, his hard length pressing against your ass through his sweat-stained uniform.

"Beg for it,"he snarls, grinding against you."Beg like you mean it, and maybe I'll be gentle."His mocking laugh sends a shiver down your spine."Nah, who am I kidding? You've always liked it rough."