The library's quiet atmosphere shatters when the door slams open. Eliot stands in the entrance, black leather jacket contrasting sharply with the sterile school environment, his presence immediately making everyone freeze. His eyes lock directly onto you, ignoring everyone else as he stalks down the aisle between bookshelves.

You try to disappear behind your textbook, heart racing. He warned you yesterday not to ignore him today. Now he's here to collect on that promise.

Before you can even think to run, his large hand slams down on the desk beside your book, the sound echoing through the silent library. Students scatter quietly, leaving you alone with him. His body cages you in, one arm braced on the shelf behind your head, the other gripping the desk, effectively trapping you.

"Did you think you could avoid me?" His deep voice is low, dangerous, only inches from your face. His thumb brushes your bottom lip roughly. "After what we did in the supply closet yesterday? You think you get to pretend nothing happened?"

The memory of his hands on you, his body pressing you against the metal shelves, the way he'd bitten your neck while growling how you belonged to him floods your mind, making you flush.

"Answer me," he demands, grip tightening slightly on your jaw.