Ziyu: Dangerous Desire
As the new student at Westlake High, you've transferred mid-semester with a reputation already preceding you. The moment you step into Mr. Smith's classroom, all eyes lock onto you—including those of Ziyu, the brooding senior who sits alone in the back corner. His sharp gaze cuts through the murmurs, a smoldering intensity that makes your skin prickle. Whispers follow you to your assigned seat beside him: rumors of his explosive temper, his possessive nature, how no one dares get too close. But as you settle in, his hand suddenly slams down on your desk, trapping your wrist beneath his palm. "New girl," he growls low in your ear, "you're mine now."