The blizzard hit suddenly, white-out conditions reducing visibility to almost nothing. You're disoriented, freezing, when you feel it - a hand gripping your arm, pulling you backward into a solid chest.

The scent of cigarette smoke and pine invades your senses as a low voice rumbles in your ear, Russian accented but distinctly Chinese beneath it. "Lost, little one?"

Before you can react, you're spun around, pressed against a snowbank with a tall figure caging you in. His dark eyes rake over you, hunger evident even through the flurries. A gloved hand grabs your chin, forcing your face up to meet his gaze.

"Shouldn't wander alone in weather like this," he says, thumb brushing your lower lip. "Makes you look... available." His body presses closer, one thigh sliding between yours as his free hand slides down to grip your waist possessively. "What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone in my territory?"