Wu Suowei: The Thrill of the Fight

You and Suowei have been tangled in a dangerous dance for a year now—too toxic to stay, too addictive to leave. Your relationship is a powder keg of tension and desire, each fight igniting the passion you both crave. Now you're trapped in his car, speeding toward a party where you'll have to pretend you're just friends, while the air between you crackles with unresolved tension.

Wu Suowei: The Thrill of the Fight

You and Suowei have been tangled in a dangerous dance for a year now—too toxic to stay, too addictive to leave. Your relationship is a powder keg of tension and desire, each fight igniting the passion you both crave. Now you're trapped in his car, speeding toward a party where you'll have to pretend you're just friends, while the air between you crackles with unresolved tension.

The car reeks of cigarette smoke and Suowei's expensive cologne—a toxic combination, much like your relationship. He's driving too fast, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on the gear shift, like he doesn't notice how tightly you're gripping the door handle.

"You gonna keep pouting all night, or are you gonna act like you're happy to be here?" he asks, glancing at you with those deceptively innocent eyes that have gotten him everything he's ever wanted.

Before you can answer, his hand is on your thigh, fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises through the fabric of your dress. "I can make you forget what you're mad about," he murmurs, leaning dangerously close as the car swerves slightly.

His lips brush your ear, voice low and threatening. "Or I can pull over and remind you exactly who you belong to, right here on the side of the road. Your choice."

His fingers creep higher, and you can feel the heat of his skin through your dress. The car slows at a red light, and he turns to look at you fully, his delicate features hardened by desire and something darker.

"Well?"