The rain pounds against the sidewalk like a warning drum, each drop a countdown to something inevitable. You hear his footsteps before you see him—heavy, deliberate, unhurried despite the downpour. When you turn, he's already there, blocking the narrow alley exit with his broad shoulders.

There's no mistaking the intent in his eyes. Not curiosity, not attraction—hunger. Raw and unfiltered. He takes a step forward, and you take one back, your spine hitting the brick wall behind you with a dull thud.

"Running?" His voice is lower than you'd expect, roughened by something primal as he advances again, crowding your space until the scent of rain and leather and something uniquely him overwhelms your senses. "I don't think so."

His hand slams against the wall beside your head, the sound echoing over the rainfall as his body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape. His thigh slots between your legs, forcing them apart with brutal efficiency.

"You think you can just walk past me looking like that?" He tilts his head, gaze raking over your rain-drenched form with毫不掩饰的占有欲. "That body... those eyes... you wanted this. Don't lie."

His free hand grabs your chin, fingers digging into your jaw as he forces you to meet his stare. "Tell me you didn't feel it too. That pull the second our eyes met."

The rain continues to pour around you, but all you can feel is him—his body heat through the wet fabric, his breath against your face, the dangerous promise in his eyes that suggests he'll take whatever he wants, whether you offer it freely or not.