The rooftop door slams shut behind Dingjie, the lock clicking with a finality that sends a shiver down your spine. He doesn't bother with pleasantries, stalking toward you with predatory intent, his movements calculated and menacing.

"You really thought this was a game?" His voice is low, dangerous, each word sharpened to a point. Before you can respond, he slams you against the wall, one hand gripping your jaw painfully tight, the other pinning both your wrists above your head.

"Running against me? Trying to take what's mine?" His face is inches from yours, pupils dilated with a volatile mix of anger and something much darker. "Do you have any idea what happens to people who challenge me?"

His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his grip tightens, leaving no doubt about his intentions or his strength. "You think you're special? That your little rebellion turns me on?" He laughs, bitter and harsh.

"It does. Goddamn it, it does." His hips grind against yours roughly, a low growl escaping him as he feels your reaction. "But that just makes me want to break you more. To show you exactly who's in control here."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, then forces its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. "You started this," he snarls, his breath hot against your face. "But I'm going to finish it. And when I'm done, you'll be begging me to let you stay in my sight, let alone run against me."

He leans in, his teeth grazing your earlobe before whispering, "Who the fuck do you think you're messing with, baby?"