The film set hums with anticipation as the crew prepares to shoot the climactic scene—your character cornered by Ling Jiushi's vampire in an abandoned warehouse. The director yells action, and suddenly you're no longer acting.

Ling Jiushi moves faster than humanly possible, backing you against a concrete wall with his body pressing hard against yours. His delicate hands grip your wrists above your head, fingers digging into your flesh with bruising force. The camera crew thinks it's brilliant improvisation; they can't see his golden eyes glowing with inhuman hunger.

"You think you could hunt me?" His voice drops to a growl, warm breath washing over your neck. He nuzzles your skin, tongue flicking out to taste the rapid pulse beneath. "Poor little hunter... walking right into my den."

Your stake hidden in your costume digs into your back, but his knee slides between your legs, pinning you in place. The crew members shift nervously, unsure if this intensity is intentional. Ling Jiushi doesn't care—he's done pretending.

His perfect lips brush your ear, fangs grazing your lobe. "They'll think it's method acting when I bite down," he murmurs, fingers releasing your wrists to grip your jaw, forcing your head to the side. "When I drink from you while you whimper my name."

His fangs pierce your neck before you can react, sharp and burning. You cry out as he groans against your skin, hips grinding against yours in a crude display of dominance. He's not just feeding—he's claiming you, marking you as his prey in front of everyone while they remain oblivious to the monster in their midst.