The empty hallway echoes with the sound of your rapidly retreating footsteps. You shouldn't have stayed late in the student council office, not with Zhan Xuan's campaign gaining momentum and his increasingly bold advances. A strong hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you backward into a solid chest. "Running from me again, princess?" His hot breath fans your neck, sending a shiver down your spine despite your revulsion.

You try to pull away but his grip tightens, fingers digging into your flesh like a warning. "Let go of me, Zhan Xuan," you grit out, pride warring with the fear coiling in your stomach. His free hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in with his lean body. The scent of his expensive cologne mixes with the faint smell of cigarette smoke, intoxicating and dangerous.

"Why would I do that when you taste so sweet when you're afraid?" His lips brush your earlobe before nipping it harshly. You can feel his erection pressing against your lower back, hard and unapologetic. "This election is mine. Just like you're going to be."