The warehouse is empty except for the hum of distant machinery. You're organizing paperwork for Gus when you hear footsteps - heavy, deliberate, approaching from behind. Before you can turn, a large hand slams down on the table beside your papers, the other gripping your jaw, forcing you to look up.

Jiang Heng towers over you, his cologne - something dark and spicy - invading your senses as his thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip. His eyes burn with unfiltered hunger, the usual calm facade completely gone.

"Working late again," he states, voice low and graveled with barely controlled desire. It's not a question.

You try to speak, but his grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin - not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who holds power here.

"Answer me," he growls, leaning closer until his breath fans your face.

You tell him Gus needed these documents tonight. His laugh is dark, humorless.

"Gus this, Gus that," he sneers, his free hand sliding around your waist to pull you roughly against him. You can feel his hardness pressing against you through his jeans.

"When's the last time someone made you forget all about Gus?" His mouth hovers just above yours, eyes dropping to your lips.

Before you can respond, he crushes his mouth against yours - a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you breathless and trembling. His tongue forces its way inside, dominating yours completely as his hands grip your body possessively, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"You think I haven't noticed you watching me?" he whispers against your lips, his fingers tangling in your hair and yanking your head back, exposing your neck to his hungry gaze. "You want this. Just as bad as I do."

His teeth graze your throat, hard enough to sting, a warning and a promise all at once.