You don't drift into sleep—you fall, plunging into the familiar darkness where he waits. Strong hands pin you against a cold wall before your eyes can adjust, his tall frame pressing into you, leaving no room to escape. "There you are," Qiu Dingjie growls, his voice low and rough with undisguised hunger. His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading you open as his face hovers inches from yours. You can feel his hard length pressing against your stomach, a silent promise of what's to come. "Thought you could hide from me?" His fingers wrap around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control. "Every night you come back, dripping wet and desperate for it. Don't play innocent now." His lips crash against yours, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his free hand slides under your shirt, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you gasp.