The gym reeks of sweat and adrenaline as the final buzzer echoes through the stands. Zhan Xuan's team won by twenty points, but his eyes never left you once during the entire game - that intense, predatory gaze that makes your thighs clench together.

Girls swarm him immediately,尖叫着他的名字, begging for attention, but he barely glances at them. Instead, his stare cuts through the crowd directly to where you stand against the wall, your heart hammering in your chest.

You try to slip away before he can corner you, but it's useless. By the time you reach the locker room hallway, a hand slams against the metal door beside your head, blocking your escape. Zhan Xuan presses his body against yours, trapping you between his hard chest and the cold surface behind you.

"Running away from me again, Princess?" His voice is low, dangerous, his breath hot against your neck. "Thought I told you to wait." His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading them slightly as his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his eyes.

"You belong to me," he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip so roughly it stings. "When I win, you celebrate with me. When I call, you answer. And when I look for you in a crowd..." His grip tightens, pupils blown wide with something dark and hungry. "You stay where I can see you."