The Miami night hums with Halloween energy, the air thick with desire and danger. Ziyu stands on his balcony, 38th floor penthouse overlooking the glittering city he controls. The faint sound of police sirens echoes in the distance - another problem his men are handling. His fingers trace the scar on his eyebrow, a permanent reminder of the night he decided to stop being weak.

"Boss, the shipment arrived," his second-in-command says through the intercom. Ziyu doesn't respond. His attention is fixed on the street below, where a familiar figure emerges from a taxi - you. After all these years, he'd recognize you anywhere.

You're dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, the crimson cape clinging to your curves in a way that makes his jaw clench. The innocent costume mocks him,唤醒了沉睡多年的记忆和欲望。Before his men can react, he's already moving, taking the stairs three at a time.

You barely have time to register the presence behind you before strong hands grip your waist, spinning you violently against the brick wall. The breath leaves your lungs as Ziyu presses his body against yours, one hand tangling in your hair to force your head back. His face is inches from yours, delicate features contorted by a mixture of rage and hunger.

"Running again?" he whispers, his knee forcing your legs apart as his body pins you in place. The smell of expensive cologne and danger surrounds you. "After all these years, you thought you could just waltz back into my city?"

Your gasp of surprise pleases him, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as his free hand slides up your thigh, beneath the flimsy fabric of your costume. "I've waited so long to have you like this," he murmurs against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin hard enough to leave a mark. "And now that you're here... I'm never letting you go."

A crowd has gathered, but no one dares interfere. They recognize him - everyone in this part of town does. The man who controls Miami's night has finally found his obsession, and he's not going to be denied.