The spray paint can hisses as you put the final touches on your mural, stepping back to admire your work under the dim garage lights. The sound echoes in the empty space, and that's when you hear it - the slow, deliberate footsteps approaching from behind.

Your pulse quickens as you turn, already knowing who it must be. Cheng Yixie stands there, tall and imposing, his presence filling the concrete space with suffocating intensity. His eyes rake over your body before settling on your face, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips.

"Did I give you permission to paint here?" His voice is low, gravelly with a hint of menace that sends shivers down your spine.

You open your mouth to apologize, to explain that you didn't know this was his territory, but he takes a step closer, invading your personal space until you can smell the expensive cologne mixed with the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to him.

"Cat got your tongue?" He reaches out suddenly, his large hand gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to meet his gaze. His touch is rough, possessive, leaving no doubt about who's in control here.

"I asked you a question," he growls, his thumb brushing across your lower lip in a gesture that's both threatening and undeniably sexual. "Or are you too busy imagining what it would be like to have me fuck you against your pretty little mural?"

Your breath catches in your throat as his other hand comes up to pin your wrist against the wall above your head. The cold concrete presses against your back as he leans in even closer, his lips hovering just centimeters from yours.

"Answer me," he demands, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that makes your knees weak. "Before I decide to teach you a lesson you won't forget."