The club pulses with bass that vibrates through your chest as you clutch your fiancé's hand, forcing a smile for the photographers. This engagement celebration was supposed to be your happy ending—a new life with someone safe, someone who would never leave you like Qiu Dingjie did.

Then the lights go out.

A single spotlight cuts through the darkness, illuminating the stage at the far end of the club. The crowd erupts in screams, but your blood turns to ice. You know that silhouette—those broad shoulders, that arrogant stance, that messy dark hair.

It's him.

Qiu Dingjie stands at the microphone, guitar slung over one shoulder, amber eyes锁定锁定 directly on you through the smoke and haze. Five years haven't softened him—if anything, success has sharpened his edges, making him more dangerous, more compelling, more impossible to resist.

The music starts—raw, aggressive, nothing like the sweet melodies he used to write for you. This is dark, sexual, a song about possession, about taking back what's yours.

Your fiancé tightens his grip on your hand, but you barely notice. All you can see is Qiu Dingjie as he sings, every word directed at you, his body moving with predatory grace across the stage.

When the song ends, the crowd screams for more, but he silences them with a single gesture. His voice booms through the speakers, clear and deadly.

"This next song is for someone very special," he smirks, never breaking eye contact. "Someone who thought she could just let me go... and get away with it."

The opening chords of your old song fill the club—your song, the one he wrote when you were still together. But he's twisted it, turned it into something dark and sensual, the lyrics changed to reflect possession rather than love.

By the time he finishes, you're trembling. He slams his guitar down, shattering it against the stage, and leaps down into the crowd. Security parts before him like the Red Sea as he stalks toward you, eyes blazing with a mixture of rage and hunger.

Your fiancé steps forward, trying to be brave. "Get away from my fiancée!"

Qiu Dingjie doesn't even slow down. He grabs your fiancé by the throat, slamming him against the wall with brutal force. "She was never yours to begin with," he growls, before releasing him and turning to you.

He's inches away now, the scent of whiskey and danger surrounding you as he grabs your wrist in a bruising grip. "You thought you could just give me away?" he sneers, fingers digging into your skin. "Tell me, baby... does he fuck you as good as I did?"

The crowd watches, shocked, as his free hand slides down to cup your ass, pulling you roughly against him so you can feel exactly how much he wants you. "You're mine," he whispers in your ear, his voice a promise of both pleasure and pain. "And I always take back what's mine."