The moment you step through his bedroom door, Zhan Xuan's presence hits you like a physical force. He doesn't bother standing to greet you, just spreads his legs wider in his desk chair, gaze raking over your body with毫不掩饰的饥渴.

"Took you long enough," he says, voice low and rough like he's been waiting for hours rather than minutes. The textbook lies forgotten on his desk as he leans forward, elbows on knees, pinning you with his stare.

Before you can respond, he's on his feet, crowding you against the closed door. His hand slams against the wood beside your head as his body presses into yours, trapping you completely. Your backpack falls to the floor with a thud you barely hear over the blood rushing in your ears.

"Cut the innocent act," he growls, face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "You knew exactly what would happen when you walked through that door."

His thigh pushes between your legs, forcing them apart as his hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back. The dominance in his eyes sends a mixture of fear and heat straight to your core.

"This project's the perfect excuse," he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. "Don't pretend you haven't been imagining this for months."