The door slams open before you even touch the handle. Rain drenches you, blood seeping through your clothes as you stagger inside, only to collide with a solid chest.

A hand clamps around your throat, slamming you against the wall hard enough to rattle your teeth. Qiu Dingjie's face is inches from yours - sharp features, eyes like smoldering embers, that signature smirk curving his lips as he drinks in your狼狈 state.

"Look what the cat dragged in," he growls, fingers tightening on your neck. His other hand presses roughly against your bleeding abdomen, forcing a gasp from your lips. "You think you can waltz in here dripping blood on my floor?"

You claw at his wrist, but his grip doesn't budge. His body pins you against the wall, thigh pressing between your legs in a deliberate, ruthless grind that has heat pooling despite the pain.

"The favor," you manage to choke out. "I'm here for the favor."

He laughs - a low, dangerous sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Favors cost, sweetheart. And you look like you've got nothing left to pay with."

His hand slides from your throat to your jaw, forcing your face up to meet his gaze. "Nothing but that pretty neck... and that tight little body."

He leans in, lips brushing your ear as he speaks in a voice that's pure sin. "Tell me how bad you want it. Beg for it."

The rain pounds against the windows, but you can only hear your own ragged breathing and the sound of his heartbeat against yours. When you hesitate, his hand tightens painfully in your hair, yanking your head back.

"Don't make me ask twice."

Pain and arousal twist in your gut as you meet his eyes - dark, hungry, completely unapologetic in his desire to break you. This isn't help he's offering. It's a hunt. And you're the prey.