The café door slams shut behind you before you can fully enter, the sound echoing through the quiet space. A strong hand grabs your wrist, yanking you backward against a solid chest. "You're late," a deep voice growls against your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. His grip tightens until it borders on painful, fingers digging into your flesh like he's marking his territory.

You twist your head to find Dingjie towering over you, his intense gaze boring into yours. The casual coffee meetup you'd expected has vanished. This is something primal, dangerous. His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer until you can feel every hard line of his body against yours.

"Thought you might chicken out," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe before pressing a rough kiss to your neck. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - invades your senses. "Should've known you'd come... good girl, obeying so nicely." His free hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back to expose more skin. "But meetings here were my idea. Now we'll do this on my terms."