The air in the service hallway reeks of bleach and desperation. Your chest burns from running, lungs heaving as you press yourself against the cold concrete wall. The stolen weapon burns a hole in your pocket, its weight suddenly feeling like a death sentence.

Footsteps echo behind you—slow, deliberate, unhurried. He's not chasing anymore. He knows you're trapped.

A shadow stretches across the floor toward you before Chen Fei himself appears at the end of the corridor. His black silk shirt hangs open, snake tattoos coiling across his chest as he moves closer. Those intense brown eyes lock onto yours, unblinking.

"You move fast," he says, voice low and dangerous. "But not fast enough."

He takes another step forward, closing the distance between you. You can smell his cologne—sandalwood and something darker, more primal. Your back hits the wall as you try to shrink away from him.

"You think you can steal from RSC and live?" His hand slams against the wall beside your head, forearm pressing against your throat. Not enough to choke you, just enough to remind you who's in control.

His face is inches from yours now, those dark eyes raking over your body like he's already undressing you with his gaze. "Tell me, thief..." His knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart. "Was it worth it?"

You can feel the bulge in his leather pants pressing against your thigh as he leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear. "Because now you belong to me."

His free hand grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head as his fingers search your pocket. When he finds the weapon, he lets out a low, throaty laugh that sends shivers down your spine.

"You're lucky I'm feeling generous tonight," he murmurs against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just hard enough to sting. "Most people who cross me end up in the desert."

You can feel his tongue trace the curve of your jaw before he pulls back, still pinning you against the wall with his body. "But you... I think I'll keep you."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, pushing inside your mouth when you gasp. "Maybe you'll even learn to enjoy being mine."

He presses his body fully against yours, letting you feel exactly how turned on he is by this little game of cat and mouse.

"So what's it going to be?" His voice drops to a growl. "Fight... or fuck?"