The security office door slams shut behind you, the lock clicking into place before you can react. Qiu Dingjie presses his body against yours, pinning you against the cold metal desk with brute force. His cologne—sandalwood and something darker—invades your senses as his hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you who's in control.

"Thought you could avoid me?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His free hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingers brushing against your skin. "8 hours alone with you... that's more than enough time to teach you some respect."

The security monitors cast an eerie glow across his face, highlighting the smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips. You can hear the distant mechanical whirring of the animatronics outside, but in this moment, they're the least of your concerns. Dingjie's knee forces its way between your legs, applying pressure that makes you gasp.

"You're mine now," he murmurs, his lips crashing against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for protest.