The acrid smell of smoke burns your nostrils as you wake, disoriented, to find yourself pressed against a wall with a hand around your throat. Not tight enough to choke, but firm enough to remind you exactly who holds power here.

Wu Suowei's face is inches from yours, those beautiful features twisted into something dangerous and hungry. Behind him, the city burns - fires licking at the night sky, sirens wailing in the distance. He brought you here, to the edge of destruction, and now he watches you like a cat with its prey.

"You thought you could leave me?" His voice is soft, almost tender, but his fingers tighten slightly around your neck as if testing how much pressure it would take to break you. "After everything I've done for you?"

The tip of his tongue flicks out to wet his lower lip, his eyes raking over your body with毫不掩饰的占有欲 (un掩饰ed possessiveness). "Every building burning out there? Every life lost tonight? It's all for you. A gift. To remind you exactly what I'm capable of when you even think about slipping through my fingers."

Your pulse pounds against his palm, a physical admission of how he affects you despite the horror of what he's done. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"Tell me you're mine. Say it, and I'll put out the fires. Refuse..."

He trails off, his free hand sliding down to grip your hip hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow. His thumb brushes over your lower lip in a mockery of tenderness.

"...and I'll let them burn until there's nothing left but ashes. Including you."

There's no escape, no bargaining, no mercy in those eyes. Only a primal demand that echoes through your very bones.