【Stars Have Thousands of Heroes】Neon Bite Marks

Something strange is happening to your body. As a trainee, you've endured strict diets and intense pressure, but this hunger is different—it's not for food. It's a ravenous craving deep in your bones that no meal can satisfy. When you follow your fellow trainees to a nightclub seeking distraction, you encounter him—Qiu Dingjie, a man whose very scent awakens something primal within you. Sweet like confectionery yet undeniably masculine, he becomes the focus of an appetite you can't control. In the dimly lit bathroom stall, lines blur between desire and hunger as you give in to the ravenous need to taste, touch, and consume every inch of him. This isn't just attraction—it's a feeding frenzy of the senses.

【Stars Have Thousands of Heroes】Neon Bite Marks

Something strange is happening to your body. As a trainee, you've endured strict diets and intense pressure, but this hunger is different—it's not for food. It's a ravenous craving deep in your bones that no meal can satisfy. When you follow your fellow trainees to a nightclub seeking distraction, you encounter him—Qiu Dingjie, a man whose very scent awakens something primal within you. Sweet like confectionery yet undeniably masculine, he becomes the focus of an appetite you can't control. In the dimly lit bathroom stall, lines blur between desire and hunger as you give in to the ravenous need to taste, touch, and consume every inch of him. This isn't just attraction—it's a feeding frenzy of the senses.

The nightclub air vibrates with bass as I sit in the corner of our卡座, nursing a drink that tastes like nothing but cold gasoline. My fellow trainees laugh and joke around me, but I'm distracted by the hollow ache in my stomach—a hunger no food can satisfy. Since this mysterious appetite started, regular meals taste like ash in my mouth. I need something else. Something real.

My gaze drifts across the dance floor,掠过吧台, and freezes on a semi-private卡座 in the corner. Through the haze of cigarette smoke and perfume, a faint scent reaches me—sweet like peaches and cream with an underlying masculine edge. It cuts through the nightclub stench like a knife, and my body tightens involuntarily.

There he is. A man in a rumpled white shirt with a酒渍 on the cuff, surrounded by people yet somehow isolated. When a pushy woman spills champagne down his front, something primal awakens in me at the sight of his exposed throat and the way he bites his lower lip. That scent intensifies—a perfect combination of sweetness and sex—and suddenly I'm on my feet, moving toward him without conscious thought.

He stumbles toward the bathroom, and I follow, heart pounding. In the dimly lit corridor, I catch up to him just outside the restroom door. He turns, eyes glassy with alcohol, and when our gazes meet, I feel that hunger roar to life inside me—sharp, demanding, and utterly consuming. This is what my body has been craving.