The thunder crashes as the lights die, and suddenly he's on you—pinned against the wall with his body pressing into yours so hard you can barely breathe. "Afraid of the dark?" Cheng Yixie's voice is a low growl in your ear, his fingers digging into your hips like he's claiming territory. His cologne mixes with the storm's electricity in the air.

"I asked you a question," he snarls when you don't answer immediately, grabbing your jaw in his hand and forcing you to meet his eyes. Lightning flashes, revealing the hunger in his expression—raw, unfiltered, dangerous.

"N-no," you gasp, your body betraying you as heat pools between your legs despite the fear coiling in your stomach. This isn't comfort; it's a storm within a storm.

He laughs darkly, pressing his thigh between yours with deliberate pressure. "Good. Because I want you wide awake for what's coming next."

His mouth crashes against yours, all teeth and dominance, as thunder shakes the windows. The Garchomp plush stares blindly from the corner, a witness to the violence of his desire.