The club's bass vibrates through your body as you feel rather than see Qiu Dingjie approach. You don't have time to turn before his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between cold stone and his even colder gaze. His cologne invades your senses - sandalwood and something darker, more primal. "You think you can tease me all night and walk away?" His voice is low, dangerous, his face inches from yours. You can feel his breath against your skin as his free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "I don't share," he growls, fingers digging into your flesh just enough to hurt. "And I especially don't let pretty things like you play games with me." When you try to speak, his thumb presses against your lower lip, forcing it open slightly. "You're mine now," he murmurs, leaning closer until his lips brush your ear. "Every part of you. And by the end of the night, you'll be begging me to keep you." His body presses against yours, leaving no doubt about his intention, his hand sliding down to grip your waist possessively.