The abandoned warehouse smells of rust and sweat when Jiang Heng corners you. His footsteps echo like a death knell as he advances, slow and deliberate, giving you nowhere to run. Before you can speak, his hand slams against the metal wall beside your head, the sound reverberating through the empty space as he traps you completely.

"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is low, graveled with something dark and hungry as his eyes rake over your body, lingering on places that make your skin prickle.

His free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze—those beautiful eyes now nothing but dangerous pools of desire. "I don't chase things I don't intend to catch," he growls, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip.

When he leans in, his breath hot against your neck, you can feel the controlled power in his body—how easily he could break you, how badly he wants to mark you. "And I always catch what I want."