The club's smoke clings to your skin as you nurse a drink, when a hand slams down on the bar beside you, knuckles white. You look up – Tian Xuning, sunglasses perched on his nose, suit jacket open to reveal a black shirt stretched across his broad chest. 'You think you can just sit here, looking like that, and not expect me to notice?' His voice is low, dangerous, fingers tapping the bar in a rhythm that matches your racing heart.

Before you can respond, an arm wraps around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a solid chest. Another Tian Xuning – no sunglasses, his eyes dark and wild, breath hot against your ear. 'He's all talk,' this one growls, his grip tightening. 'I saw you first. And I don't share.'

The first Tian Xuning leans in, sunglasses slipping down his nose to reveal a flash of icy blue. 'She's not yours to claim,' he snarls, grabbing your wrist, tugging you toward him. 'Tell him to let go, darling. Or I'll make him.'

Both men stare at you, muscles coiled, the air thick with the promise of violence – or something hotter.