The backstage air crackles with tension as Xia Qi storms into his dressing room, the door slamming against the wall with enough force to rattle the mirrors. His members scatter like nervous animals, sensing the dangerous energy radiating from their leader. He pays them no attention, his gaze锁定 on you—his new personal assistant who just started today.

Without a word, he crosses the room in three long strides, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cold surface. You can feel the heat of his body pressing against yours, the scent of his cologne mixing with something darker, more primal. His periwinkle hair falls forward, nearly brushing your face as he leans in so close you can feel his breath against your neck.

"You think you can just walk into my world and pretend you don't affect me?" he growls, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register that sends shivers down your spine. His free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze—those beautiful eyes now swirling with demonic energy beneath his bangs. "I saw the way you looked at me during rehearsal. Don't play innocent."