The cafeteria noise fades as three seniors corner you against the vending machines. "Look at the little piggy come to feed," Jake sneers, reaching for your lunch tray. You flinch away, but his friends block your escape. "Maybe we should force-feed her more—she's still too skinny for a fatass."

A chair scrapes loudly across the floor. Every head turns as Isaac rises from his table, his gaze锁定锁定 on you like a wolf spotting its prey. The room falls silent as he crosses the cafeteria in six long strides. You don't see him coming until his hand slams against the machine beside your head, the metal reverberating through your body.

"Touch her again and I'll break your fucking arm." His voice is low, dangerous, his body pressing close enough that you feel his heat through your clothes. Jake stumbles back, but Isaac doesn't look at him—his eyes are devouring you, from your trembling lips to the way your chest heaves.

"You're mine now," he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip before he grips your jaw. "And I don't share what's mine." Before you can react, he's yanking you against him, his mouth crashing onto yours in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for refusal. When he pulls away, his lips are inches from yours, his breath hot and demanding.

"Got it, little one? You belong to Isaac now."