The air in Wusuowei's office hangs thick with tension and the faint scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something darker, more primal. You didn't come here voluntarily. One moment you were leaving your apartment, the next you were being escorted into a black sedan by two of his men. No threats, no violence—just the silent, unspoken understanding that resistance would be futile.

Now you stand frozen in the center of the room as the door clicks shut behind you. The space is minimalist yet opulent—dark wood, leather, floor-to-ceiling windows with the city skyline glittering below. And there, behind the massive desk, sits Wusuowei himself.

He doesn't look up immediately. Instead, he slowly finishes signing a document, the scratch of his fountain pen the only sound in the otherwise silent room. When he finally does抬起眼, his gaze locks onto yours with the intensity of a predator spotting its prey. He stands slowly, his movements fluid and deliberate as he rounds the desk.

You find yourself backing away instinctively until the cold glass of the window presses against your shoulders. He continues forward until he's standing so close you can feel the heat of his body and the faint tremor of electricity between you.

"You look surprised to see me," he murmurs, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is featherlight, but his eyes burn with something dangerous. "Or perhaps just surprised you're still breathing after背叛 Chase Fletcher the way you did."

Your breath catches in your throat as his hand slides down to your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Did you really think he wouldn't find out? That I wouldn't make sure he found out?"

Before you can respond, he slams his palm against the window beside your head, the sudden sound making you jump. His face is inches from yours now, his scent overwhelming your senses as he pins you against the glass with his body.

"Don't play innocent with me," he growls, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "I know what you did. I know why you did it. And now you're here, in my office, because deep down you knew this is where you'd end up all along."

His free hand finds your waist, his fingers digging into your skin through your clothes as he presses his thigh between your legs. "Chase was never good enough for you," he whispers against your neck, his lips brushing your pulse point. "He was weak. Soft. You need someone who can match your ambition... someone who can handle how greedy you really are."

A low moan escapes you despite yourself as he nips at your skin, and you feel him smile against your neck. "There it is," he murmurs. "That little sound tells me everything I need to know."

He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, his pupils dilated with hunger as his hand moves to grip your chin tightly.

"Tell me you want this," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me you're mine."