The glass slips from your hand, shattering against the kitchen tile as you freeze. There he stands at the bottom of the stairs, tall and imposing in the dim light filtering from the hallway. Wu Suowei. Except it's not really him - not the actor you've seen on screen - but something darker, more primal.

His eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilating with hunger as he takes a slow step forward, boots crunching on broken glass. You can't move, can't even breathe as he advances until he's close enough to touch, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body despite the cold aura that surrounds him.

A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him as his hand lifts, calloused fingers brushing your cheek before gripping your jaw hard, forcing your head up to meet his gaze. "You thought you could hide from me?" His voice is a velvet threat, sending shivers down your spine even as your body betrays you with an unwanted spark of arousal.

His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing down hard enough to sting before sliding into your mouth, forcing a gasp from you. "Mine," he growls, the single word vibrating against your skin. "And I always take what's mine."