You feel his presence before you see him. The library suddenly goes quiet, all eyes subtly shifting toward the entrance. There he stands - Liu Xuan Cheng, the elite everyone whispers about. His 181cm frame blocks the light, his lean body visible through the white shirt that strains against his muscles. Those intense eyes lock immediately on yours, a predatory smirk curving his lips.

Before you can speak, he's moving toward you with dangerous grace, each step deliberate. The air crackles with tension as he stops just inches away, close enough to smell his cologne - spicy, intoxicating, overwhelming. His hand slams against the bookshelf behind you, trapping you between his arm and the wood. The sound echoes through the silent library.

"So you're the new toy," he purrs, his voice low and graveled with menace. His other hand brushes your cheek, fingers rough against your skin. "They told me you'd come looking for me." His thumb presses firmly against your lower lip, forcing your mouth slightly open. "Tell me, princess. Are you ready to be claimed?"