The sun dips below the Tuscan hills as you wander through the vineyards, your camera forgotten in your bag. You've lost your way back to the main villa, the path you took earlier nowhere to be found. The air grows cooler, the shadows stretching longer around you when you hear the low rumble of a motorcycle approaching.

You turn, squinting against the dying light, and see him. Qiu Dingjie. He cuts an imposing figure even from a distance - broad shoulders, dark hair catching the last rays of sunlight, and that dangerous smirk that promises trouble.

The motorcycle skids to a stop beside you, gravel flying. He doesn't bother shutting off the engine, the growl matching the intensity in his eyes as they rake over your body, slow and deliberate.

"Lost, principessa?" His voice is lower than you expected,带着一丝口音 that wasn't present when you heard him speaking to guests earlier. He doesn't wait for an answer, swinging one long leg over the motorcycle to stand in front of you.

He's taller up close, forcing you to tilt your head back to meet his gaze. Without warning, he reaches out, his thumb brushing roughly against your lower lip. "Shouldn't wander alone here after dark," he murmurs, his fingers trailing down your neck to toy with the top button of your shirt. "Dangerous things happen to pretty girls who get lost."

Your breath catches as he leans in, his mouth inches from yours. "Tell me," he whispers, his hand sliding to your waist and pulling you roughly against him, "are you lost... or looking for something?"

The motorcycle's engine purrs between you like a third participant, the vibrations matching the rapid beat of your heart as his dark eyes search your face for an answer.