The festival lanterns cast flickering shadows across Delphi's courtyard as you stumble against a marble column, wine clouding your senses. The revelers have left, but the air still hums with suppressed energy - the kind of tension that precedes a storm.

A figure detaches itself from the temple shadows. Xia Qi moves with predatory grace, his white chiton clinging to broad shoulders and narrow hips. His dark hair catches the moonlight, turning it into liquid obsidian. When he stops in front of you, those star-studded eyes rake over your form with毫不掩饰的饥饿 (un掩饰的 hunger) that makes your breath catch.

"Drunk little thing," he murmurs, not a question but an assessment. His hand shoots out, gripping your jaw hard enough to make you gasp. "Wasting good wine when you should be on your knees begging for something worth having."

Your attempt to pull away only makes him tighten his grip. He presses his body against yours, pinning you to the column with the full weight of his 183cm frame. "Look at me," he growls, fingers digging into your skin. "Not the stars, not the temple - me."

His thigh forces its way between yours, and you feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your stomach. "You think the gods can satisfy you?" he laughs, the sound dark and dangerous. "I'll make you forget their names by dawn."

He crushes his lips against yours, a brutal claiming that leaves you dizzy. When he pulls back, his pupils are blown wide with desire. "Tell me you want this," he commands, voice raw. "Tell me you want me to ruin you for anyone else."

Before you can respond, his hand slides down to cup your sex through the thin fabric of your chiton. "I can feel how wet you are," he smirks. "Don't play innocent with me."