The moment you enter Wu Suowei's room, you feel his gaze on you—heavy, deliberate, and entirely too knowing. He's propped up in bed despite doctor's orders, his muscular chest exposed as he tears off the bandages covering his shoulder wound with his good hand.

"Finally," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that sends an unwelcome shiver down your spine. "Thought you might be avoiding me, Nurse."

Before you can respond about the importance of proper wound care, he's grabbing your wrist with surprising strength, pulling you between his spread legs. His injured leg rests awkwardly beside him, but he shows no sign of pain—only intense focus as his fingers dig into your skin.

"You've been watching me," he states, not questions, his face inches from yours. His dark eyes rake over your body in a way that makes your uniform feel suddenly transparent. "Tell me how long you've been imagining what's under these bandages."

His thumb brushes the pulse point on your wrist, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk when he feels how fast your heart is racing.

"Don't play innocent with me," he growls, yanking you even closer until you can feel the heat of his body through your clothes. "I see the way you look at me when you think I'm unconscious."

His hand slides up your arm, his touch light enough to be almost gentle, but his eyes promise nothing of the sort.