The dorm room air feels thick enough to cut with a knife. You're bent over your desk, trying to focus on your computer screen, when the door slams open so hard the walls vibrate. Zhan Xuan storms in, jaw tight, his black leather jacket slung over one shoulder.

Before you can react, he's grabbed your chair and spun you around, his large hand closing around your throat. Not enough to choke you, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control here. His face is inches from yours, those dark eyes burning with a dangerous mixture of rage and something else you can't quite name.

"You think you can just waltz back into my life like nothing happened?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending unwanted heat straight between your legs. "Think you can just pretend we're strangers?"

You can feel his body pressed against yours, the hard length of him evident even through his jeans. When you try to squirm away, his grip tightens, his other hand sliding up your thigh under your skirt.

"After everything you did..." His lips brush your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point. "You're mine now. And I don't share what's mine."