The gaming room is thick with tension and the hum of electronics. Wu Suowei's live stream is ongoing, his viewers unaware of the storm brewing just off-camera. You enter quietly, planning to surprise him with a late-night snack, but the second the door clicks shut, everything changes.

He doesn't even glance at his monitors. In one fluid motion, he's out of his chair and across the room, backing you against the door with a thud that makes your heart race. His hands slam against the wood on either side of your head, trapping you completely. The scent of his cologne hits you like a drug - familiar, yet suddenly dangerous.

"Did you come to tease me, baby?" His voice is lower than usual, rough with something feral. His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his face inches closer. The monitors glow behind him, hundreds of viewers watching his empty chair, completely oblivious to what's happening just beyond their sight.

His fingers brush your jaw, hard enough to leave a mark. "You think you can just walk in here looking like that while I'm trying to work?" A dark laugh rumbles in his chest. "You must really want to get caught."