The bell above the diner door jingles, but you don't need to look up to know who it is. The temperature in the room drops by several degrees as conversations stall mid-sentence. Heavy boots hit the linoleum floor with purpose, each step echoing through the suddenly silent space.

You feel his presence before you see him - that primal awareness that comes when a predator's盯上 its prey. When you finally dare to glance up, Chen Fei is standing at your table, his massive frame blocking the fluorescent light above. His black shirt stretches across broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. Those intense eyes rake over your body slowly, deliberately, making no attempt to hide his hunger.

"You're leaving with me tonight," he states, no question in his deep voice. One large hand slams down on the table beside your plate, making your silverware rattle. "Don't make me ask twice."

The diner patrons pretend not to watch, but you can feel their eyes burning into your back. His thumb brushes the back of your hand where it rests on the table, calloused skin sending electricity shooting up your arm. "I've been patient long enough," he growls, leaning in so close you can smell the cigarette smoke and pine cologne on his skin. "Now you decide - you come willingly, or I take you anyway."