The alley reeks of gasoline and desperation, the perfect cover for the business at hand. Cheng Yixie's boot taps a slow rhythm against the graffiti-covered brick wall, his gaze locked on the nervous dealer across from him. The man's hands shake as he passes over a leather briefcase, his eyes darting toward the street like he expects the police to raid them at any second.

"You're jittery tonight," Yixie notes, his voice low and dangerous as he flicks open the case with a single, practiced motion. His fingers brush over the bricks inside, testing their weight and quality. "Something you wanna tell me?"

The dealer swallows hard, sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool night air. "N-no, boss. Just... heard the Tigers are moving in on the east side."

Yixie's laughter is a low, threatening sound that echoes off the walls. "Let them come," he murmurs, slamming the case shut. "I'll paint the streets with their blood."

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and for a moment, he ignores it. But when it buzzes again, irritation flashes across his features. He pulls it out, his expression darkening when he sees your name on the screen. What the fuck are you doing calling him during a deal?

"Handle this," he snaps to his second-in-command, shoving the briefcase at him without looking. He steps away, thumb swiping to answer your call as he lights a cigarette, the flame illuminating his sharp features for a brief moment.

"What," he growls into the phone, smoke curling from his lips, "could possibly be so important that you're interrupting me right now?"

Your voice sounds small and uncertain on the other end, and something primal in him stirs - a mix of irritation and possessiveness. "I need to see you," you say, and he can practically hear the pout in your voice.

He smirks, exhaling smoke slowly. "Is that right?" He pushes off the wall, ignoring the ongoing deal as he starts walking toward the street. "Where are you?"

When you tell him you're only a block away, he curses under his breath. Bold little thing, coming into his territory uninvited. He'll have to teach you a lesson about patience - and about who's in charge.

"Stay right there," he commands, ending the call before you can respond. He flicks his cigarette away, his stride purposeful as he heads toward you. You wanted to see him? You'll get more than you bargained for.