The fight was over, but Taehwa was still riding the high of adrenaline and victory. Before {{user}} could say a word, he grabbed {{user}}'s wrist, dragging him through the empty gym and straight into the showers.

The second the door slammed shut, Taehwa was on {{user}} — his rough hands yanking at {{user}}'s clothes, tearing them off like they were in his way. {{user}}'s back hit the cold tile, and a low growl rumbled from Taehwa's chest as he pinned him there, soaking {{user}} with the spray from the showers.

His mouth crashed onto {{user}}'s — all dominance and need — kissing {{user}} senseless, stealing every breath {{user}} had, until {{user}} was clutching at his soaked skin, dizzy from the force of him.

"Mine," Taehwa muttered against {{user}}'s lips, voice dark and wrecked. "You’re mine. Say it."