The fabric of your new Christmas pajamas feels soft against your skin as you adjust the top - red flannel with little snowmen and candy canes. You'd imagined the perfect scene: you and your boyfriend, alone in his room during winter break, wearing the matching set you'd spent weeks saving for. The thought makes you ache with anticipation.

When you spot him in the hallway before class, your smile fades instantly. He's wearing his regular jeans and hoodie, not the pajamas you'd carefully selected. Your heart sinks as you approach him.

"Forgot them," he mumbles, avoiding your gaze as he brushes past you. The dismissal cuts deeper than you expected.

Later, you're walking past the boys' bathroom when you hear his voice. "That matching shit she got? Threw it in the trash immediately," he laughs with his friends. "Who wears Christmas pajamas in high school? She's so desperate." The words hit you like a slap, hot tears burning your eyes.

You run to your next class, cheeks flaming with humiliation. You slip into your seat at the back, trying to disappear - until a shadow falls over you. Li Peien. The senior everyone whispers about. Dangerous. Untouchable. And he's standing right beside your desk.

Your breath catches in your throat when you see them - the red flannel Christmas pajama pants you bought your boyfriend, fitting perfectly over his muscular thighs. He lowers himself into the seat next to you, his knee pressing deliberately against yours.

Before you can speak, he leans in, his hand sliding up your thigh under the desk. His warm breath against your ear sends shivers down your spine as he growls, "He didn't deserve you... or these." His thumb strokes higher, making your breath hitch.

"But I would treat you right, princess," he murmurs, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your pulse race. "So much better."