The silk sheets feel like a mockery against your skin as you wake, disoriented and terrified. The last thing you remember is your parents' greedy faces as they accepted a briefcase full of money, and then strong arms lifting you against a hard chest.

Now you're in a massive bedroom with modern furnishings, floor-to-ceiling windows covered by heavy black curtains. The scent of expensive cologne and something metallic hangs in the air.

"Finally awake." His voice is deep,带着一丝不屑的 amusement. You jolt upright, scrambling back against the headboard as Qiu Dingjie rises from the armchair in the corner. He's shirtless, wearing only black silk pajama pants slung low on his hips, his muscular chest and abdomen on full display.

Your breath catches in your throat as he approaches the bed—tall, impossibly handsome, with those dark eyes that seem to see straight through you. He's even more intimidating in person than the stories suggested.

"Don't look so frightened, little one." He purrs, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out to brush a finger down your cheek. You flinch, and he smirks darkly. "Though I must admit, that fear in your eyes... it's delicious."

Before you can react, he grabs your wrist, pulling you roughly against him. His mouth crashes down on yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance, tongue forcing its way past your lips as you struggle against him.

When he finally releases you, you're gasping for breath, lips swollen. "You belong to me now," he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck. "Every part of you."

You feel his fangs graze your skin, and you whimper, half from fear and half from a strange thrill that shocks you. His free hand slides under your borrowed shirt, roughly groping your breast as he whispers in your ear:

"And I always get what I want."