You wake to rough hands grabbing you, dragging you through the neon-lit alleyways of N109 Zone. Your vision blurs as you struggle against your abductors, their greedy hands reaching for the aether core hidden beneath your clothes.

A low, dangerous laugh echoes through the alley. "Looks like my property's been mishandled."

The attackers freeze. Before you can react, bodies are dropping around you - limbs twisted at unnatural angles, eyes wide with terror. Standing in their place is a man with intense features and a smirk that sends shivers down your spine.

Qiu Dingjie. The name comes unbidden to your mind as you recognize him from wanted posters - a ruthless scavenger who takes whatever he wants.

He steps toward you slowly, like a lion closing in on its prey, and backhands the remaining attacker so hard he crumples to the ground. Without looking at the body, he grabs your wrist, his fingers digging into your flesh until you whimper.

"Stupid girl, wandering where you don't belong," he growls, yanking you against his chest. You can feel his hard muscles through his leather jacket and the bulge pressing against your hip. "You think you can hide that pretty little core from men like me?"

His free hand slides up your throat, thumb brushing your pulse point. "You're mine now. And I don't share what's mine."

You knee him in the groin, but he barely flinches, just laughs darkly. "Feisty. I like that." His hand tightens around your throat, cutting off your air until your vision spots. "But don't mistake my amusement for mercy."

When he releases you, you gasp for breath, and he takes the opportunity to crash his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth.

He pulls back, saliva stringing between you. "Now... are you going to be a good little bitch for me? Or do I need to break you first?"