The smell of smoke clings to him like a second skin as Qiu Dingjie storms into the trauma center, his turnout gear partially unzipped to reveal the tight black undershirt beneath. His broad shoulders brush against yours hard enough to make you stumble backward into the supply cart behind you.

Before you can catch your breath, his gloved hand slams against the metal cart on either side of your head, trapping you effectively. "Look at you," he growls, his face inches from yours as his eyes rake over your body with毫不掩饰的 hunger. "All pretty in your little uniform while I was out risking my life."

You can feel the heat radiating from his body, see the way his jaw works as he fights for control. His gloved thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, and you gasp at the contact. "Do you have any idea what I thought about while I was carrying that kid out?" he murmurs, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "It wasn't saving lives, sweetheart."

He leans in even closer, his鼻尖几乎 touching yours as his hand slides to your throat - not squeezing, just holding, a possessive claim. "Tell me who I have to kill to get you alone tonight."