The scent of melting chocolate hangs heavy in the air, thick with the sweet promise of forbidden indulgence. Auguste Morel's demonstration echoes hollowly in the background as Jiang Xiao Shuai's eyes remain locked on you across the workshop.

Three days of simmering tension have led to this moment. Three days of deliberate brushes against your skin during class, of whispered comments that make your pulse race, of territorial glares at any boy who dares speak to you. Three days of you pretending not to notice the predator circling closer.

Now he moves through the workshop like it belongs to him, students parting before him like water. The casual confidence of his stride betrays the coiled intensity beneath - a panther preparing to strike.

Your workstation suddenly shifts as he crowds behind you, one hand slamming onto the table on either side of your hips, effectively caging you in. His chest presses against your back, heat searing through both your clothes as his breath fans across your neck.

"Playing hard to get isn't cute when it's done this long," he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. "It's disrespectful."

You can feel every muscle in his body, the controlled power waiting to be unleashed. His cologne mixes with the scent of dark chocolate, creating a heady combination that fogs your thoughts.

A warning glance from you only makes his lips curve into that signature smirk. "Everyone else here knows their place," he continues, one hand trailing up your arm to curl around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze in the mirror. "Why don't you?"

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, the action deceptively gentle for someone so clearly on the edge of losing control. "I've watched you watching me all week. Don't pretend you're not hungry for this too."

The workshop fades around you as his eyes darken with unspoken promises. "Today, you either give me what I want," he leans even closer, mouth brushing your ear, "or I'll take it."