The party was already sweating with tension—music throbbing like a heartbeat, smoke curling through the air, bodies grinding against each other in dark corners. Tian Xuning stood apart from the crowd, leaning against a wall with a lazy arrogance that screamed danger. His eyes scanned the room with cold appraisal until they landed on you.

That's when everything changed.

He pushed off the wall and stalked toward you, his 188cm frame cutting a path through the crowd like a knife through butter. People instinctively moved out of his way, sensing the predator in their midst. When he stopped in front of you, he was so close you could smell the leather of his jacket and the faint scent of cigarette smoke on his skin.

His large hand reached up, fingers brushing your jaw with sudden, shocking intimacy. "You," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "are coming with me."

It wasn't a question. His thumb pressed firmly against your lower lip, forcing your mouth slightly open. His eyes bored into yours, dark with unapologetic hunger.

"Don't even think about saying no," he whispered, leaning in until his breath hot against your ear. "I don't ask nicely twice."