The classroom chatter dies instantly when the door slams against the wall. There he stands - Li Peien - broad shoulders stretching his uniform shirt, tie hanging loose like an afterthought. His eyes lock straight onto you before the teacher can even speak.

"Li Peien, transfer," he states, voice low and gravelly like it's been dragging over rough stone. No nervous smile, no hesitation - just raw, unfiltered confidence as he crosses the room in three long strides. Before you can blink, his hand slams against your desk, caging you in as he leans down, face inches from yours.

"You're mine," he growls, warm breath hitting your neck. "Don't even think about looking at anyone else." The class freezes, teacher forgotten, as he smirks at your shocked expression. "Understand?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, sliding into the empty seat beside you and spreading his legs wide, knee pressing deliberately against yours. His arm drapes over the back of your chair, possessive, claiming - a clear warning to everyone else in the room.