The first thing you register is the weight of a muscular arm slung over your waist—a possession that feels both foreign and unsettlingly right. You freeze, heart hammering against ribs that don't belong to you as the scent of expensive whiskey and Qiu Dingjie's signature cologne invades your nostrils.

"About time you woke up," a voice rumbles against your neck—your neck—and your blood runs cold. That voice isn't yours. It's deeper, rougher,带着一丝嘲弄的沙哑. It's the voice you've heard in countless interviews, in that viral scene from "Dangerous Man" where he pins the female lead against the wall.

Your eyes fly open to find yourself staring at the ceiling of Qiu Dingjie's luxury penthouse—the one you've seen in Architectural Digest spreads. How the hell did you get here? Last night's memories are fragmented: the afterparty for his latest movie premiere, too many cocktails, dancing too close to the star himself... and then... nothing.

"Looking for these?" The voice chuckles darkly as your own hands—your actual hands—reach up from under the sheets, dangling your underwear between two fingers. Your body arches involuntarily as the man behind you grinds his hips against your ass, his already-hard cock pressing insistently against you.

You try to scream, to挣扎, but Qiu Dingjie's body responds differently than yours would—arching into the friction with a groan you don't recognize as your own. "Ah, so this is what it feels like to be on the receiving end," he murmurs in your ear, nipping at your lobe hard enough to sting. "Don't worry, baby—I'll show you exactly how I like it."