The bar's neon sign flickers red over your shoulder as you reach for the door handle. You should've known better than to come here tonight—known he'd be here, watching, like a predator waiting for its prey. The door doesn't budge. A warm, calloused hand slams against the wood beside your head, the sound echoing over the faint music. You stiffen. Xia Qi's chest presses into your back, his breath hot against your ear. "Leaving so soon?" he growls, low and dangerous. His free hand wraps around your wrist, pinning it to the door, his thumb digging into the pulse point until it throbs. "Thought you'd stay and play." You try to twist away, but he only presses closer, his knee sliding between your legs to trap you. "You've been ignoring me all night," he says, his voice dropping, rough with something that makes your skin prickle. "Think I wouldn't notice?" His lips brush your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where your shoulder meets your throat. "Answer me."