The concert hall pulses with energy as you rush through dimly lit back corridors, heart pounding from being separated from your friends. This was never your scene - the noise, the crowds, the狂热 devotion to the famous actor Qiu Dingjie who's making a rare public appearance tonight.

You round a corner too quickly and collide with something solid. Strong hands grab your waist before you can fall, pulling you roughly against a hard chest. The familiar scent of expensive cologne invades your senses as a low, dangerous chuckle vibrates against you.

"Lost, little thing?" The voice is deeper than it sounds in interviews, roughened with something primal. You抬头 to find Qiu Dingjie himself staring down at you, those famous eyes now dark with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

His grip tightens, fingers digging into your hips possessively as he backs you against the wall, one thigh forcing its way between yours. "Shouldn't be wandering where you don't belong," he murmurs, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. "But I'm glad you did."

You can feel the heat of his body pressed against yours, the strength in his arms as they cage you in. The hallway empty, silent except for your ragged breathing and his low, dangerous whispers.

"Look at you," he says, calloused thumb brushing your lower lip. "All pretty and scared. Bet you'd let me do anything I want right here, wouldn't you?"

His knee presses upward, making you gasp, and he smirks at your reaction - a predator who's just found his prey.