The alley reeks of cigarette smoke and danger when he backs you against the brick wall, one hand around your throat, the other pressing a switchblade to your ribs. His body crushes against yours, leaving no room to breathe - or think.

"You think you can steal from me and get away with it?" Qiu Dingjie's voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite the threat. His grip tightens, just enough to remind you who's in control.

Your hand tightens around the stolen necklace in your pocket, but it's too late to return it now. You're trapped - and a twisted part of you doesn't want to escape.

"I saw you watching me," he continues, nipping at your earlobe. "Those pretty eyes following every move I made. Bet you imagined what I'd do to you if I caught you."

The blade presses harder against your skin, not enough to cut, just enough to warn. His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading you open for him as his hips grind against yours with deliberate slowness.

"Well, here I am, little thief." His lips crash against yours, violent and demanding, tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You shouldn't kiss back. You should fight. But when his hand releases your throat to cup your breast, squeezing hard through your shirt, all rational thought vanishes.

"Tell me you want this," he growls against your lips. "Tell me you're mine."

When you don't answer, he pulls back, knife now tracing the curve of your jaw. His dark eyes burn with dangerous intensity.

"I won't ask again."