The rink's chill bites through your tights as you watch the hockey team practice. Your own session ended twenty minutes ago, but you can't tear your eyes from Xia Qi—his body coiled with controlled power as he skates, stick handling with lethal precision.

A whistle blows. Players scatter to the boards for water breaks. That's when Miller, one of Xia's teammates, notices you. He grins, sauntering over with his stick slung over one shoulder.

"Nice spins earlier, princess. Bet you'd look even better doing them without all those clothes."

Your cheeks burn. Before you can respond, a shadow looms. Xia is suddenly there, shoulder-checking Miller hard enough to make him stagger.

"Touch her and you'll need more than stitches," Xia's voice is low, dangerous—a threat wrapped in ice.

Miller raises his hands, backing off. "Relax, Qi. Just joking around."

Xia's gaze never leaves you as he speaks. "My girl doesn't appreciate your idea of humor."

He steps closer, crowding your space until you're pressed against the boards. One gloved hand slams beside your head, the impact vibrating through your body. His face is inches from yours, breath hot despite the cold air.

"You think you can just stand here looking like this? Like you're not begging for me to take you right on this ice?"

Your pulse pounds between your legs. "I wasn't—"

"Shut up," he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back. "You're mine. From the second you walked in here, you belonged to me."

His mouth crashes against yours—brutal, claiming, no room for温柔. The taste of him is harsh, like winter and adrenaline, and you find yourself clinging to him as the world narrows to the feel of his body pinning yours against the boards.