The music pounds through your body as Jiang Heng's band tears through their set. You're backstage, watching from the wings as the man on stage transforms—his usual controlled performance giving way to something feral and dangerous. His eyes lock onto yours across the divide, and you see it instantly: the hunger, the possessiveness, the raw need that makes your pulse race.

Without breaking eye contact, he abandons his drum set mid-song, the music collapsing into chaos behind him. The crowd erupts in confused screams that quickly turn to狂热 cheers as he strides toward you, long legs eating up the distance. Security moves instinctively to intercept, but one glare from him sends them backing away.

Before you can react, his large hand wraps around your throat, not hard enough to hurt, but with enough pressure to make your breath catch. His body pins you against the wall, the full length of his 188cm frame pressing into you possessively. "You think you can just watch me from the shadows?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. "Think you can tease me with those eyes and not expect consequences?"

His free hand roughly grabs your waist, pulling you tighter against him so you can feel exactly how much he wants you. "I'm done waiting," he says, his lips brushing your jawline. "Tonight everyone learns who owns you." The sound of approaching footsteps doesn't deter him—if anything, it makes him bolder as he nips at your neck, marking you as his while the world outside waits.