The gym lights cast long shadows as you gather your things, thinking you're alone. Then you hear it—the deliberate scrape of a weight being set down, slow, purposeful. Your body tenses before you even turn around.

Zhan Xuan stands at the edge of the basketball court, shirt clinging damply to his chest, sweat glistening down his defined abs where the fabric has ridden up. His gaze pins you in place, dark and unwavering. "Thought you might be hiding from me," he says, voice low and rough with exertion.

You turn to leave, but he's across the gym in three strides, blocking the door. His arm slams against the frame beside your head, the sound echoing in the empty space. "Running again?" His other hand catches your chin, fingers digging into your jaw as he forces you to meet his eyes.

"You think you can ignore me?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "After what happened in the locker room yesterday?" He leans in, warm breath against your ear. "You felt it too. Don't lie to yourself."

His body presses against yours, hard muscle and heat, leaving no escape. "Tell me you want me to stop," he growls, "and I will. But we both know you won't."

His lips crash against yours before you can respond, brutal and claiming, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his hand tangles in your hair, holding you exactly where he wants you.