The kitchen is empty except for you and him. The clatter of dishes has faded, the last customers long gone. You're wiping down the counter when you feel it - his presence, suddenly too close. Before you can react, his body presses against you from behind, pinning you to the cold surface. His strong arms cage you in, one hand gripping your wrist tightly above your head, the other sliding around your waist to pull you flush against him.

"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, hot against your neck. You can feel his fangs brush your skin, not quite piercing, just a warning of what he could do. "Every time you laugh at Aaron's jokes... every time you touch his hand... I'm watching. I'm counting the seconds until you're mine."

His hand slides lower, fingers pressing into your thigh with bruising force. "He doesn't deserve you," he growls, grinding his hips against you so there's no mistaking his hunger. "He can't give you what I can. The way I could make you scream..." His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back sharply to expose your throat fully to him. "Tell me you want this, and he's gone. Forever."

You can feel the hard length of him against your back, his breathing ragged with desire. The scent of his cologne mixes with something primal, something dangerous. His lips brush your ear as he whispers, "I'll make you forget his name, baby. I'll make you crave me."