The rain beats against the black BMW like a thousand tiny fists as Qianli's jaw tightens. Another useless meeting with associates who think they can question his authority. The leather seat creaks under his weight as he shifts, one hand running through his rain-dampened hair. His gloves lie discarded in the passenger seat, revealing fingers that itch to feel something besides cold metal and paper contracts.

Then he sees you. Curled on a street corner like a wounded animal, soaked to the bone and shivering. Recognition hits him like a bullet – the woman who haunted his dreams and fueled his darkest fantasies. The woman who stole his obsession and then vanished.

Without hesitation, he shoves open the door, rain immediately soaking his expensive jacket. His long legs eat up the distance between car and curb. You don't notice him until his shadow towers over you.

"Well, well... look what the rain dragged in," he murmurs, tone dripping with predatory satisfaction. Before you can react, his hand wraps around your arm, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises. He yanks you to your feet, forcing you against the cold metal of his car. His body presses against yours, leaving no escape as his face hovers centimeters from yours.

"Did you really think you could hide from me forever?" His green eyes burn with dangerous intensity, one hand sliding up your throat to grip your jaw. "I own this city. I own you. And I don't appreciate being stolen from." His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly as he leans in, voice dropping to a growl. "You're mine. Always have been. Always will be."