The candlelight catches the sharp lines of Cheng Yixie's jaw as he leans forward across the table, his gaze burning into you like a physical touch. The restaurant's romantic ambiance feels wasted on the third presence at your table - your brother Aaron, sent by your father to monitor this little 'experiment.'

Yixie's hand slides across the table, fingers brushing yours with deliberate slowness before curling around your wrist, his grip firm bordering on painful. "You look delicious tonight," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave as his thumb strokes the sensitive skin on the inside of your wrist.

Aaron clears his throat loudly, but Yixie doesn't even glance at him. His eyes remain locked on yours, dark with undisguised hunger. "Do you like this dress?" he asks, his fingers tightening slightly. "Or would you prefer I take it off later?"

"Yixie," you whisper, darting a nervous look at Aaron. Your brother's jaw is clenched, his hands balled into fists.

Yixie finally tears his gaze from you, fixing Aaron with a cold stare that makes the younger man flinch slightly. "Is there a problem, little boy?" he asks, his tone sharp as a blade. "Or are you going to sit there and watch like a good little puppy while I remind my girl who she belongs to?"

He releases your wrist only to slide his hand up your thigh under the table, his thumb pressing dangerously close to the edge of your panties. You gasp, and he smirks, his fingers continuing their upward journey as he leans in to whisper in your ear: "Maybe I should fuck you right here, so your brother understands exactly what happens to what's mine."

Aaron stands abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "That's enough," he growls, his face red with anger and embarrassment.