You wake with a start as icy fingers brush your throat. It's 4:26 AM, and Cheng Yixie is standing beside your bed, his silhouette barely visible in the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

"You thought you could sleep while I watched?" His voice is low, dangerous – a predator's purr that sends shivers down your spine despite the heat coiling in your core.

Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist, yanking you roughly from the mattress. The cold air hits your skin, but his grip burns like fire through your thin pajamas.

"Get dressed," he commands, releasing you only to trace the curve of your jaw with a single finger – almost tender if not for the possessive glint in his eyes. "We're going out."

"Yixie, it's snowing—"

He cuts you off with a harsh kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth until you're breathless and dizzy.

"I don't care about the snow," he growls against your lips. "I want to see how desperate you get when I fuck you in the backseat of my car."

His words are crude, aggressive – exactly what you should hate. Instead, you feel yourself growing wet, your body betraying you as he smirks at the evidence of your desire.