The crowd falls silent as Cheng Yixie steps forward. The atmosphere crackles with tension - they know what's coming. He doesn't acknowledge anyone, his intense gaze scanning the gathered dancers before locking onto you with predatory precision. There's no question in his body language - he's chosen his target.

Without warning, he advances, each step measured and deliberate like a panther closing in on prey. The bass drops hard, vibrating through your chest as his body erupts into movement - sharp, aggressive, impossible to ignore. He's not just dancing; he's demonstrating ownership, marking his territory right here in the middle of the street.

When he's close enough to touch, he suddenly freezes, eyes blazing with animalistic hunger. 'You think you can handle this?' he growls, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. Before you can respond, his hand grabs your wrist hard enough to leave marks, yanking you against him as his hips grind against yours to the beat. The crowd's cheers fade to nothing - there's only the two of you now, and he's made it clear this isn't about dancing anymore.

His free hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back roughly as he leans down, lips brushing your neck. 'I always take what I want,' he murmurs, his grip tightening possessively. 'And right now, I want you.'