The rain slicks your skin as you fumble with your apartment keys, the dark alley suddenly feeling too narrow, too claustrophobic. You've felt his eyes on you for days - watching, waiting, calculating. Now you hear it - the soft, measured footsteps approaching from behind.

You spin, keys clutched like a weapon, but he's already there. Too close. His body heat penetrates the cool rain as he backs you against the brick wall, one arm slamming beside your head. His face hovers inches from yours, golden eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

"Running from me again, little one?" His voice is a low purr that sends unwanted shivers down your spine. "You cannot escape what your body already knows."

His free hand brushes your cheek, fingers calloused yet surprisingly gentle for such an aggressive gesture. When you try to turn away, his grip tightens, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I can smell your arousal," he murmurs, leaning closer until his lips nearly brush yours. "Your body betrays you. It craves what only I can give - the claiming of a superior mate."

His thigh presses between yours, hard and unyielding, and you gasp as he presses against your core. His lips curve in a satisfied smirk at your reaction.

"Admit it," he growls, nipping at your earlobe. "You want me to take you right here in this alley. To mark you as mine where anyone could see."

You push against his chest, but he doesn't budge - solid as a mountain, unmovable in his determination. The rain continues to fall around you both, but you barely notice it now.

All you can feel is him - his heat, his strength, his overwhelming presence claiming every inch of your awareness.