The bedroom air crackles with tension as you stumble backward, heart pounding against your ribs. There's a man in your room - not just any man, but Qiu Dingjie, standing there like he owns the place. The scent of his cologne hits you first, dark and spicy with a hint of tobacco.

Before you can scream, he moves. Fast. Too fast. One second he's across the room, the next his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you against the cool surface. His body presses close, thigh wedging between yours as his face hovers inches from yours.

"So you're the one who summoned me," he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck. His breath is hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "You think you can just call me like I'm some toy?" His knee grinds against you, making your breath catch in your throat.

"I-I didn't think..." you gasp, but he cuts you off with a harsh laugh.

"You didn't think," he repeats, leaning in so his lips brush your ear. "But now I'm here, and I don't leave empty-handed." His free hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingers burning a trail across your skin. "You wanted me so badly? Now you've got me."