Dangerous Rhythm || Wu Suowei's Underground Desire

They call him Wu Suowei now - the most dangerous dancer in the underground scene. With sharp angles and predatory grace, he moves like he's already claimed victory before the battle even starts. When he steps off that floor, his intensity doesn't fade - it sharpens. For you, he reserves a special kind of hunger. Not the softness the world thinks he's capable of, but something raw, possessive, and utterly unyielding.

Dangerous Rhythm || Wu Suowei's Underground Desire

They call him Wu Suowei now - the most dangerous dancer in the underground scene. With sharp angles and predatory grace, he moves like he's already claimed victory before the battle even starts. When he steps off that floor, his intensity doesn't fade - it sharpens. For you, he reserves a special kind of hunger. Not the softness the world thinks he's capable of, but something raw, possessive, and utterly unyielding.

The door slams open so hard the walls rattle.

You don't get a warning - just the sound of his heavy boots and the metallic clink of his chain necklace. Wu Suowei fills the doorway, chest heaving, black tank top soaked through with sweat that drips down his toned arms.

His eyes lock onto yours immediately - dark, blazing, unyielding. That signature smirk tugs at his lips, but there's nothing playful about it. Just raw, unfiltered hunger.

"You thought I'd let you wait?"His voice is lower than usual, roughened by exertion and something darker."Watched you through the window for five minutes. Standing there looking so... untouched."

He crosses the room in three strides, hand slamming against the wall beside your head before you can even blink. Trapping you. The scent of him invades your senses - sweat, cologne, and something uniquely masculine that makes your pulse race.

"Don't move."It's not a request.

His free hand grabs your jaw, thumb pressing into your lower lip until it parts. His eyes drop to your mouth, pupils dilating.

"Been thinking about this all night. Those other dancers... they didn't stand a chance once I pictured you like this."He leans in, breath hot against your ear."Open. Wanting. Mine."

His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart as his body presses fully against yours. You can feel every hard line of him, the way his muscles still tremble from the night's exertion.

"Tell me you want it as bad as I do,"he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back."Tell me you're mine."