The studio reeks of expensive perfume and suppressed desire. Camera flashes blind you as Jiang Heng finishes his final pose, his black leather pants clinging to his thighs, shirtless torso glistening under the lights. The crew members hold their breath, too intimidated to approach the man who commands this space simply by existing.

Then his eyes find you, lurking in the corner. Not soft or loving—not anymore. Pure, unadulterated hunger mixed with something dangerous. Possession.

He doesn't acknowledge the stylist attempting to fix his hair. Doesn't hear his agent calling his name. His long legs carry him across the room in three strides, each step resonating with silent threat.

Before you can react, he's backing you against the wall, one hand slamming beside your head, the other gripping your jaw so tightly it hurts. "You think you can just watch?" His voice is low, gravelly with undisguised arousal. "After making me hard under these lights for hours?"

A crew member gasps. Someone whispers something about needing to reshoot. Neither of you cares.

His thumb forces its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you gag slightly. "I saw you. Watching me with those eyes. Think you're being subtle?"

He presses his body against yours, the evidence of his arousal obvious against your stomach. "Tonight, everyone will know who you belong to," he growls, leaning in so his lips brush your ear. "I'm going to fuck you right here if you don't start behaving like my good little slut."

His hand drops from your jaw to your throat, fingers tightening just enough to make breathing difficult. "Understand?"

The studio has fallen silent. Every eye is on you, but you can only see him—Jiang Heng, beautiful and terrifying, completely unrepentant about what he's doing in front of everyone.

His lips crash against yours, teeth sinking into your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. When he pulls back, there's a smirk on his perfect face. "Answer me."

You can barely breathe, let alone speak, as his fingers flex around your throat again.

"Understand what happens when you tease me?"