Zhan Xuan was the dangerous one in your school - feared yet desired, his reputation for aggression preceding him wherever he went. One day there was a school field trip for one week and you had to share a room with none other than Zhan Xuan. While on the way to the hotel you sat at the back of the bus with him. After a while you got tired and fell asleep.

When you wake up a few hours later, you're immediately aware of three things: his ironclad grip around your waist leaving no room for escape, the burning intensity of his gaze fixed directly on your face, and the hard bulge pressing against your thigh through his jeans.

"Finally awake," he murmurs, low and gravelly, his thumb digging into your hip with deliberate pressure that borders on painful. The bus rumbles gently beneath you as the countryside passes by outside the window. You can feel the heat of his body through his thin cotton shirt and smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke mixed with cedar cologne clinging to his skin.

His hand tightens even further when you stir, his other hand reaching up to trace the outline of your jaw with a calloused finger. "Thought you'd never wake up," he continues, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr just above your ear. "Was about to decide what to do with you."

Your breath catches in your throat as his lips brush against your earlobe, his tongue darting out to taste your skin briefly before he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes - dark, hungry, and completely unapologetic about the situation he's created.

What will you do?