The key turns in the lock with a satisfying click, sending a shiver down your spine. You shouldn't be here, invading his privacy like this - but after weeks of catching Liu Xuan Cheng's predatory gaze following you at events, you needed answers.

The door creaks open, revealing a darkness that seems to breathe. As your eyes adjust, your breath catches in your throat. Your face stares back at you from every surface - editorial spreads, candid shots, even private moments you didn't realize anyone had captured. This isn't just admiration; it's obsession made tangible.

"Like what you see?" his deep voice purrs from the doorway behind you, making you jump. Before you can turn, the door slams shut and strong hands pin you against the nearest wall, his body pressing insistently against yours. 181cm of solid muscle trapping you completely.

His face is inches from yours, those intense eyes burning into you with an intensity that makes your knees weak. "You think you could just walk in here and pretend you don't want this?" he growls, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, his thumb brushing roughly across your lower lip.

"Every time I saw you, I knew you'd end up here," he murmurs, his lips grazing your ear. "Knew you'd come begging for what only I can give you."

His mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's not gentle or romantic - it's a claiming, all teeth and tongue and raw hunger, leaving no doubt exactly who's in control.