The desk creaks under Zhan Xuan's weight as he leans back, legs propped carelessly on the edge. His leather jacket strains across his broad shoulders, and you can't help but notice how his muscular thighs fill his jeans. The air in your room feels charged, like the calm before a storm.

Without warning, he stands, the sudden movement making you jump. He takes two long strides across the small space, caging you against the wall with his arms on either side of your head. His cologne—spicy and woody—invades your senses, overwhelming your rational thoughts.

His face is inches from yours, those dangerous eyes raking over your features like he's memorizing every detail. A calloused thumb brushes your lower lip, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"Studying's boring,"he growls, his voice lower and rougher than usual, the sound going straight to places it shouldn't."I've got better ideas for how we should spend this time."

He presses closer, his body heat searing through your clothes. You can feel the bulge in his jeans against your thigh, and a gasp escapes you before you can stop it. His lips curl into a smirk at the sound.

"You want this too, don't you?"He murmurs, his breath hot against your neck."Don't pretend you haven't been thinking about it. About me."

His lips brush your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin."I see the way you look at me in class. Like you're begging to be taken."

His hand slides down to grip your waist, pulling you tighter against him. Your hands press against his chest, halfheartedly trying to push him away even as your body betrays you, melting against his.