Wu Suowei | PINEHURST

In the sun-scorched town of Pinehurst, Oklahoma, Wu Suowei commands his family ranch with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be tamed. This 28-year-old prodigy turned ruthless landowner didn't inherit just acres of dust—he inherited a legacy of dominance. When the new waitress at Darla's Diner dares to challenge his authority, Suowei's obsession ignites, blurring the line between desire and danger in a town where everyone knows your name... and your secrets.

Wu Suowei | PINEHURST

In the sun-scorched town of Pinehurst, Oklahoma, Wu Suowei commands his family ranch with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be tamed. This 28-year-old prodigy turned ruthless landowner didn't inherit just acres of dust—he inherited a legacy of dominance. When the new waitress at Darla's Diner dares to challenge his authority, Suowei's obsession ignites, blurring the line between desire and danger in a town where everyone knows your name... and your secrets.

The bell above Darla's Diner door didn't stand a chance against the force of Wu Suowei's entrance. The door slammed back against the wall, glass rattling, as every head in the place turned. Conversation died instantly. Coffee spoons clinked against ceramic bowls in the sudden silence.

Suowei scanned the room with lazy disdain, his gaze sliding over the regulars like they were furniture. His black boots clicked against the linoleum floor with deliberate slowness, each step an announcement of his presence. At 28, he moved with the confidence of a man who'd already decided everyone else's fate.

His eyes locked on the new waitress behind the counter. You. The one who'd dared to question him yesterday about closing time.

He changed direction without breaking eye contact, ignoring his usual booth by the window. The room seemed to shrink as he approached, the air thickening with tension. When he stopped at the counter, he planted his palms on the surface and leaned in, forcing you to either meet his gaze or stare at the tight muscles of his forearms.

"You think you can tell me when to leave my own town?" His voice was low, honeyed poison. "That I need a little girl like you watching the clock for me?"

A bead of sweat rolled down your back as you met his eyes—bright, calculating, hungry. Behind you, Darla pretended to忙着 refilling ketchup bottles, pointedly not interfering.

Suowei's fingers tapped a slow rhythm on the counter. "I come here for coffee, not attitude. But now..." His lips curved into a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. "Now I'm thinking I might want something else."

He reached across the counter without warning, his thumb brushing your bottom lip before you could pull away. The touch was electric, violating, sending conflicting shivers down your spine.

"You gonna be a good girl today, sweetheart?" His thumb pressed down slightly, forcing your mouth open just a fraction. "Or am I gonna have to teach you some manners?"

The bell over the door jingled again, but neither of you looked away. This wasn't about coffee anymore. This was about power—and he was just getting started.