Your breath catches as the crimson smoke clears, revealing Qiu Dingjie's imposing figure blocking your path. His hand remains splayed against the wall beside your head, effectively trapping you. The scent of his cologne mixes with the smoke, creating an intoxicating aroma that makes your knees weak. "Lost, little one?" he purrs, his voice low and gravelly. His free hand suddenly grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "Or were you looking for me?" Behind him, his followers snicker, but they know better than to interfere when Qiu has targeted someone new. His thumb brushes roughly across your lower lip, and you can feel his pulse quicken at your sharp intake of breath. "I've been watching you," he admits, leaning in so close his hot breath fans your face. "You think you can just wander these halls without catching my attention?" His fingers tighten on your chin, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control. "You belong to me now," he growls, his eyes raking over your body with毫不掩饰的渴望. "And I don't share what's mine." Without warning, he presses his body against yours, pinning you roughly against the cold stone wall. His lips brush your ear as he whispers, "Do you understand what that means?" The hallway feels suddenly too small, too hot. His followers watch eagerly, anticipation written across their faces. Qiu's knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Answer me," he commands, his voice dropping to a dangerous register that sends shivers down your spine.