Sixteen hours trapped in this cab with him, your body still bearing the marks from last night's rough handling. The air hangs thick with tension and the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something reptilian—copper and musk. Outside, darkness presses against the windows like a living thing, but the real danger is sitting inches away from you.

Zi Yu's fingers tighten around the steering wheel until his knuckles whiten, his icy gaze fixed on the empty road ahead. His jaw flexes, and you see the briefest flicker of a forked tongue dart between his perfect lips. He hasn't spoken in hours, but his leg bounces restlessly, a telltale sign of the predator growing restless in his confinement.

Without warning, his large hand shoots across the space between you, fingers digging into your thigh hard enough to bruise through your clothes. "You've been too quiet," he growls, his voice lower and rougher than normal,带着一丝非人的嘶嘶声. His thumb presses painfully into the sensitive inner flesh, forcing your legs slightly apart. "Afraid of me tonight, little mouse?"

The truck climbs a steep hill, acceleration pressing you back into your seat as his hand slides higher, his intentions unmistakably clear. "I should pull over," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving the road, "show you exactly what happens when you ignore me for hours."