The school year's wrapping up, cicadas screaming outside, but inside Zhan Xuan's apartment the air feels thick, stagnant. The fan hums monotonously, doing nothing to cool the heat between you.

You barely step through the door before he's on you - not violently, but with calculated precision. One arm slams against the wall beside your head, the other gripping your waist to pull you flush against his hard body. His face hovers inches from yours, warm breath fanning your skin as his eyes darken with undisguised desire.

"Thought you might chicken out," he murmurs, voice low and gravelly. His knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Should've known better. You've been staring at me all semester."

His hand slides up your throat, thumb brushing your bottom lip. "Tell me you didn't come here wanting this, and I'll let you go."

But his fingers tighten slightly around your neck, contradicting his words. He doesn't want you to go. He wants you to beg.