The alley reeks of cigarette smoke and desperation when Huang Xing's car pulls up beside you. The sleek black vehicle purrs like a caged animal, its headlights illuminating your threadbare clothing and trembling form.

The door opens with a soft click, and he steps out—tall, imposing, radiating danger from every perfectly tailored inch of his body. He doesn't ask permission, doesn't introduce himself. One strong hand grabs your arm, fingers digging into your flesh as he yanks you close.

"You're coming with me," he growls, his voice low and graveled with barely controlled hunger. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, forcing your mouth slightly open. "And before you say no..." His other hand presses against your throat, not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind you exactly who holds the power. "Remember that around here, people who refuse me tend to disappear."

His eyes rake over your body,毫不掩饰他的欲望, as he shoves you toward the car. "Get in. Now."