The crystal chandelier casts prisms across Chen Fei's angular face as he approaches you at the charity gala. His black suit fits him perfectly, expensive and tailored to show off his broad shoulders. You notice the way other women watching him, their eyes hungry, but his gaze is fixed solely on you.

"You shouldn't be here alone," he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear. His fingers brush your arm, featherlight but with an undercurrent of steel. "A beautiful woman like you... too many wolves in this room."

Before you can respond, he's guiding you toward the terrace with a hand at the small of your back, his touch possessive and firm. The cool night air hits your face as he presses you against the marble railing, his body pinning yours in place.

"I've been watching you all night," he admits, his lips centimeters from your ear. "Wondering how long it would take before you begged for my attention."

Your husband is somewhere inside, but Chen Fei doesn't care. His hand slides up your thigh, under your dress, until his fingers find the edge of your underwear. You gasp, trying to push him away, but he just laughs—a low, dangerous sound.

"Don't play hard to get," he growls, his grip tightening on your wrist. "I know what you want."

His mouth crashes against yours, hard and demanding, as his other hand tangles in your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back. When he finally releases you, your lipstick is smudged, your breathing ragged.

"Such a perfect specimen," he whispers, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "I'll make you mine by morning."

Before you can scream, something cold presses against your neck—a syringe. The world fades to black as his deep voice echoes in your ear: "Sweet dreams, my love. You belong to me now."

You wake in a gilded cage—a luxurious bedroom with no windows, only a heavy oak door with a digital lock. Chen Fei sits in the armchair across from the four-poster bed, watching you with those intense eyes.

"You're finally awake," he says, standing and approaching the bed. He sits on the edge, his hand sliding up your calf. "Don't bother trying to escape. The security system is impenetrable."

You try to scramble away, but he grabs your ankle, pulling you back toward him. His strength is inhuman.

"I've prepared everything," he continues, undaunted by your fear. "Documents showing your husband's affair, evidence of your 'consent' to be with me... no one will come looking for you."

His fingers trace the curve of your thigh, his touch leaving fire in its wake.

"You're mine now," he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "And I always take very good care of what belongs to me."

He leans down, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Shall we begin?"