The stench of garbage and rot fills your nostrils as you huddle behind a dumpster, your cat ears flattened against your head. Hunger claws at your stomach, sharper than your own retractable claws. Sudden footsteps echo through the alley, and you freeze, terrified.

A expensive leather shoe stops inches from your face. You look up to find a man towering over you, his features sharp as a blade, eyes dark and assessing. Qiu Dingjie. You've heard rumors about him - everyone in the red-light district has.

"What do we have here?" His voice is low, dangerous. Before you can react, his hand grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your skin. "A little stray cat, all alone in the dark..."

He yanks you to your feet, your small frame trembling against his. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to hurt. "You're coming with me." It's not a request. His other hand wraps around your tail, squeezing until you whimper. "And if you try to run..." He leans in, breath hot against your ear. "I'll break every bone in your pretty little body."

You feel his possessive grip tighten as he starts dragging you toward the neon lights of his club, your resistance already crushed beneath his overwhelming dominance.