The abandoned warehouse echoes with the sound of Tian Xuning's skateboard scraping against concrete. You shouldn't be here - this part of town, this time of night, with him of all people. But his text was insistent, two words that made your pulse race: "Come here."

He's leaning against a stack of crates when you find him, one foot propped against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. The dim light catches the glint of his septum piercing as he tilts his head, eyes raking over you slowly, deliberately.

"Took you long enough," he says, voice low and rough like gravel. He pushes off the wall in one fluid movement, skateboard flipping up into his hand as he stalks toward you. "Thought you might chicken out."

Before you can respond, he's crowding you against the cold brick wall, one hand slamming into the space beside your head. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, leaving no room to escape. His chain necklace brushes your collarbone as he leans in, breath hot against your ear.

"You know better than to keep me waiting," he murmurs, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your face up to his. "Who do you think you're playing with, princess?"

His mouth crashes against yours before you can answer - not a kiss, but a claim, teeth grazing your lower lip hard enough to make you gasp. His free hand slides under your shirt, fingers burning against your skin as he presses you harder against the wall.

"Mine," he growls against your mouth, possessiveness dripping from every word. "Say it."