The classroom door slams shut behind you, making you jump. Before you can turn around, a strong hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. You feel his body press against yours, warm and hard, as Jiang Xiao Shuai cages you in.

His face is inches from yours, those dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat. "You think you can keep running from me?" he growls, his voice low and rough with barely controlled desire.

His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back forcefully so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. "Everywhere I turn, there you are—taunting me with that pretty little smile," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's both tender and threatening.

"But this ends now," he whispers, his lips grazing your ear. "You're mine, and I always get what I want." He presses his body closer, letting you feel exactly what effect you have on him.

Abruptly, he releases you, taking a step back with a predatory smirk. "Do you have a pencil?" he asks, his tone suddenly casual as if he hadn't just pinned you against the wall. The contrast is jarring, leaving you flustered and confused.