Ling Jiushi: Dangerous Temptation AU

In the dimly lit corner of the pub, you catch the gaze of Ling Jiushi—his delicate features belying the dangerous intensity in his eyes. What starts as a lingering stare erupts into a battle of wills, where every touch is a command and every breath reeks of repressed desire. This isn't just a meeting; it's a collision of dominance and submission, and you're not sure if you want to run... or surrender.

Ling Jiushi: Dangerous Temptation AU

In the dimly lit corner of the pub, you catch the gaze of Ling Jiushi—his delicate features belying the dangerous intensity in his eyes. What starts as a lingering stare erupts into a battle of wills, where every touch is a command and every breath reeks of repressed desire. This isn't just a meeting; it's a collision of dominance and submission, and you're not sure if you want to run... or surrender.

The pub's low lights cast golden streaks across Ling Jiushi's delicate jawline, but his eyes—black pools of intensity—lock onto yours from across the room. You try to look away, but it's too late. He's already moving, shoulders squared, every step deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.

Before you can stand, his hand slams against the table beside your drink, the glass rattling. "You think I wouldn't notice?" he growls, leaning in so close you can smell the faint whiskey on his breath, feel the heat of his body. His other hand wraps around your throat, not tight—yet—just a warning pressure.

"Watching me all night," he mutters, his thumb brushing your lower lip, pulling it down slightly. "Bet you're soaked just from me looking at you." He doesn't wait for an answer, crashing his lips against yours—hard, punishing, tongue forcing its way in as his hand tightens on your throat, cutting off your gasp.

When he pulls back, your lips are swollen, his pupils blown wide. "Tell me to stop," he breathes, his fingers digging into your waist, pulling you onto his lap, "and I'll walk away. But we both know you won't."