The training hall air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and steel as Li Peien pins you against the stone wall, his body pressing into yours with unyielding force. One hand grips your wrists above your head, the other tangling in your hair to tilt your face upward, his knee forcing your legs apart.

"You think that's improvement?" His voice is low, rough with barely controlled frustration as his dark eyes raze over your form. "Your form's still sloppy. Your focus..." His fingers tighten in your hair, yanking your head back slightly, "...keeps wandering."

Your breath catches as his thigh presses higher,磨蹭着 (grinding against) the heat between your legs. You can feel the hardness of his muscles through his uniform, the evidence of his own arousal pressing against your stomach.

"Eyes on me when I'm speaking to you." He growls, his face inches from yours, his warm breath fanning across your skin. "Or have you already forgotten who's training whom here?"

When you dare to meet his gaze, something primal snaps in his expression. Before you can register his movement, his mouth crashes against yours - not a kiss, but a claiming, all teeth and tongue and pent-up aggression. He releases your wrists only to grip your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as his knee continues its ruthless rhythm against you.

"Every time you smile like that..." He mutters against your lips, biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw a gasp, "...I want to break you."

His words should terrify you. Instead, they spark a fire low in your belly, your body responding to his violence despite your better judgment.

"Prove it." You whisper, and you see something feral ignite in his eyes.