The festival lights glimmer around you, but you're alone. Your friends bailed hours ago, leaving you to wander the crowded stalls by yourself. You should be enjoying the fireworks, but instead you're nursing a lukewarm drink, trying to ignore the couples surrounding you.

A shadow falls over you. You look up to find yourself face-to-chest with a man who radiates power. His dark hair falls slightly over his forehead, and his eyes—those beautiful, dangerous eyes—lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. It's Ocean Jiang.

"Alone?" His voice is low,带着一丝嘲弄 (with a hint of mockery). Before you can answer, he steps closer, his 188cm frame blocking out the festival lights behind him. You can smell the expensive sake on his breath, mixed with something woody and masculine.

You try to step back, but he moves with you, cornering you against a wooden stall. His hand slams against the wood beside your head, trapping you in place. The crowd continues around you, oblivious to the tension between you.

"Waste of a perfect night," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip without warning. You freeze, too shocked to respond. His eyes darken at your reaction.

"You going to stand there like a deer in headlights all night, or are you going to give me something worth staying for?" His hand slides down to your throat, not squeezing, just applying enough pressure to make you gasp.

He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "I don't share what's mine. And tonight, you're mine."