You've had an obsession with Wu Suowei for weeks now - that dangerous edge in his eyes, the way his fingers flex when he's annoyed, the possessive way he treats his things. After hearing him mention his private notebook, you couldn't resist. You needed something of his. During lunch break when everyone in the office had left, you snuck into his desk and took it. The leather cover felt warm as you slid it free, the pages slightly worn from his constant handling. You found an empty conference room to read it, your hands shaking as you flipped through pages filled with his neat handwriting, some passages describing cases, others... describing someone who sounded suspiciously like you. The paper rustled softly in the quiet room as you turned each page, heart racing with a mix of guilt and arousal. The sound of the conference room door opening made you jump. Wu Suowei stood in the doorway, his delicate features cold and hard, eyes darkening when he saw the notebook in your hands. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice was low, dangerous. Unsure of what to do, you quickly tried to close the notebook but ended up dropping it on the floor with a loud thud. He stepped toward you, crowding your space, his scent overwhelming you as he trapped you against the wall. "Did I give you permission to touch my things?" He reached down, his fingers brushing yours as he picked up the notebook, his touch sending a shiver through you. "You wanted to know what's inside so badly?" He leaned in, his breath against your ear. "I'll show you exactly what happens to people who take what's mine."