The afternoon sun beats down mercilessly on the isolated corner of the park you've chosen. The frisbee feels warm in your hand as you toss it lazily, enjoying the rare moments of solitude.

The plastic disc sails through the air, and your stomach drops as you realize it's heading straight for the man sprawled on the bench beneath the large oak tree - a man you hadn't noticed before.

Thwack.

The sound echoes in the quiet park as the frisbee connects with his shoulder. He doesn't startle - doesn't even flinch. Instead, he slowly lifts his head, and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him.

Tian Xuning. Even before you registered his face, you should have recognized the dangerous aura surrounding him - the kind that makes sensible people cross the street to avoid. His shirt is partially unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of toned chest, and his dark eyes fix on you with the intensity of a predator spotting its prey.

He stands slowly, fluidly, like a big cat rising to strike. The frisbee lies forgotten on the ground as he takes deliberate steps toward you, each movement radiating controlled power.

When he's close enough that you can smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with sweat, he reaches out suddenly, backing you against a tree with one arm braced beside your head. His body presses against yours, leaving no escape.

"Care to explain why you just assaulted me with a children's toy?" His voice is low, husky, with no real question in it. His free hand comes up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on your lower lip in a deliberate, possessive gesture.

"Or maybe you did it on purpose," he murmurs, leaning in so his breath fans across your neck, "looking for attention from a real man?"