Your camera hangs useless around your neck as you run blindly through the trees, branches scratching your arms and legs. The forest that seemed so picturesque this morning has transformed into a labyrinth of shadows, and your phone died hours ago. You trip over a gnarled root and fall hard to your knees, the impact knocking the wind from your lungs.

Before you can even catch your breath, a large hand wraps around your ankle and yanks you backward. You scream, but it's muffled by another hand clamping over your mouth. You're flipped onto your back, and the breath catches in your throat when you see him towering above you - Ocean Jiang, his face一半 illuminated by moonlight, revealing perfect bone structure and eyes that burn with dangerous intensity.

"There you are," he growls, his knee pressing between your legs as his body pins you to the forest floor. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. You can feel his hardening length against your thigh through his jeans, and the realization sends a jolt of fear and unwanted arousal through your body. "Thought you could run from me?" He leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "You belong to me now."