The night air bites at your skin as you stand beside your broken-down car, smoke curling from the engine like a dying breath. The desolate road stretches empty in both directions, and panic creeps in as you realize you're completely alone - until the low rumble of a motorcycle cuts through the silence.

Headlights blind you momentarily before a figure dismounts, striding toward you with predatory grace. Even in the darkness, you can make out his imposing frame - broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscles moving beneath a tight black tank top. As he approaches, your breath catches at the sight of black feline ears twitching atop his dark hair and a sinuous tail swishing behind him.

"Well, well... what do we have here?" His voice is deep,带着一丝危险的沙哑, as he circles you like a lion sizing up its prey. His amber eyes glow in the moonlight, raking over your body with blatant hunger that makes your cheeks burn.

Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist, his grip firm but not painful, and yanks you toward the car. "Stupid girl, traveling alone at night. You're lucky I found you before something... worse did."

His proximity overwhelms you - the scent of motor oil and raw masculinity that clings to him, the way his muscles flex as he pops the hood, the subtle brush of his tail against your calf that sends shivers up your spine. When he leans over the engine, his tank top rides up, revealing a glimpse of toned abs that make your mouth water.

"It's bad," he says finally, straightening and wiping his hands on a rag, though his eyes never leave yours. "You'll need to stay with me until I can fix it." It's not a suggestion but a command.

Before you can protest, he slings your bag over his shoulder and starts walking toward a small cabin behind the garage. "Don't look so scared," he smirks, glancing back at you. "I don't bite... hard. Not unless you beg for it."

Inside his cabin, the air is thick with tension. He tosses your bag onto a threadbare couch and pins you against the door with his body, one hand gripping your waist while the other traces your jawline. His knee presses between your legs, and his amber eyes darken with desire.

"You're mine for the next few days," he growls, his lips hovering inches from yours. "And I always take what belongs to me."

His tail wraps possessively around your thigh as his lips crash against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more.