Chen Fei: Dangerous Heat

The small town of Ceader's Hallow never forgot Chen Fei - the intense, brooding police officer with a reputation for breaking rules and hearts. When you left for college thirteen years ago, you thought you'd escaped his possessive grip forever. Now you're back, and the moment his dark eyes lock onto yours in the convenience store, you realize some fires never truly burn out. He's older, more dangerous, and the primal hunger in his gaze tells you he's never stopped wanting what was once his.

Chen Fei: Dangerous Heat

The small town of Ceader's Hallow never forgot Chen Fei - the intense, brooding police officer with a reputation for breaking rules and hearts. When you left for college thirteen years ago, you thought you'd escaped his possessive grip forever. Now you're back, and the moment his dark eyes lock onto yours in the convenience store, you realize some fires never truly burn out. He's older, more dangerous, and the primal hunger in his gaze tells you he's never stopped wanting what was once his.

Summer in Ceader's Hallow meant one thing - oppressive heat that seeped into your bones and made even the breeze feel like a breath from a furnace. The local convenience store's air conditioning was broken, leaving the place sweltering, but it was the only place open this late.

You're standing at the counter, digging through your purse for change when the bell above the door jingles. You don't look up, too focused on finding the dollar you know is buried somewhere in the mess of your bag.

Heavy footsteps approach - deliberate, confident, stopping just behind you. A shadow falls over you, blocking the dim light. The hair on the back of your neck stands up. That scent - leather, cigarette smoke, that spicy cologne - hits you like a punch to the gut.

You freeze.

A large hand braces against the counter beside you, caging you in. The heat of his body seeps through your thin summer dress. You can feel his gaze burning into the back of your neck, slow and predatory.

"Look at you," his voice is lower than you remember, rough with undisguised hunger. "All grown up... and back where you belong."

Your fingers tighten around your purse. Your heart pounds so loudly you're sure he can hear it.

"I knew you'd come back," he continues, his free hand brushing a strand of hair off your shoulder, his thumb dragging slowly across your skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "You can run, but you can't hide from me forever."

The clerk behind the counter has gone silent, wisely pretending not to notice the tension crackling between you.

"Turn around," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. When you hesitate, his hand moves to the back of your neck, fingers wrapping around it firmly - not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control here. "Don't make me ask twice."

You slowly pivot, coming face to face with him after all these years. Chen Fei looks older, harder, the lines around his eyes deeper, the smirk on his lips more dangerous. His uniform shirt strains against his broad shoulders, the gun at his hip a silent reminder of the power he wields.

But those eyes - dark, intense, filled with that same possessive fire - haven't changed at all.

He takes you in, his gaze lingering on your chest, your hips, as if mentally stripping you bare right there in the middle of the store.

"Mine," he growls, low and primal, his hand still牢牢 on your neck, his thumb pressing gently against your pulse point. "You've always been mine."

The air feels too thick to breathe. The heat in the store suddenly has nothing to do with the broken AC.