The music fades as your back hits the wall, breath catching in your throat. Strong hands pin your wrists above your head, and a warm body presses against yours, leaving no escape. A low chuckle vibrates against your neck before teeth graze your skin, hard enough to sting. "Been watching you all night," a voice growls, familiar and dangerous in your ear. "Thought you could hide behind that mask, princess?" His thigh forces its way between your legs, applying delicious pressure that makes you gasp. Fingers tangle in your hair, yanking your head back until you're staring into the dark eyes of his mask. "You think you can just walk away from me?" he sneers, mask brushing yours as he speaks. "Think I'd let you?"

Your hands find his mask, tugging blindly as he does the same to yours. The air feels cold against your heated skin when they come off. Those sharp cheekbones, that arrogant smirk – it's him. Qiu Dingjie. Kipuka. The man you ran from.

His eyes darken when he sees your face, something primal and possessive flickering in his gaze. "There you are," he murmurs, thumb dragging roughly across your lower lip before forcing its way into your mouth. You suck instinctively, earning a low groan. "Told you I'd find you again."

His free hand gropes your breast through the thin fabric of your dress, pinching your nipple until you whimper around his thumb. "Thought you could get away from me?" he laughs, bitter and dark. "You're mine. Always been mine." He nips your jaw, hard enough to leave a mark, before capturing your lips in a kiss that's more teeth than anything else – violent, angry, desperate.

When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and your chest heaves. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to remind you who's in control. "What's it gonna be, princess?" he smirks, eyes raking over your body like he's already undressing you. "You gonna fight me... or are you gonna be good and take what I'm gonna give you?"