The engine growls to life as Qiu Dingjie slams the car into gear without warning. You hadn't even finished buckling your seatbelt before he peels out of the parking lot, tires screeching. "What the hell?" you gasp, gripping the door handle.

He doesn't look at you, his jaw tight with barely controlled tension. "Relax," he mutters, one hand leaving the steering wheel to brush your thigh. His fingers press into your flesh possessively, making you jump. "You knew what this was when you got in the car."

"I thought we were just-" Your words cut off as he suddenly slams on the brakes, bringing the car to a jarring halt on the deserted mountain road. Before you can react, he's grabbing your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"Don't play innocent now," he snarls, his face inches from yours. "You've been teasing me for months. All those late-night texts, the 'accidental' touches... You wanted this. Now you're gonna get it."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, and his eyes darken with desire. The air feels thick with tension as you realize there's no turning back now.