The library is empty except for the sound of rain hitting the windows and your rapid heartbeat as you realize your diary is missing. Panic surges through you as you retrace your steps, knowing exactly what will happen if certain pages fall into the wrong hands.

Then you see him. Leaning against the doorframe, one shoulder pressed casually against the wood, your diary held loosely in his hand. Jiang Xiaoshuai. The last person on earth you wanted to find your most private thoughts.

His green eyes lock onto yours with predatory intensity as he slowly flips through the pages, a lazy smirk spreading across his face that sends shivers down your spine. When he speaks, his voice is lower than you've ever heard it, rough with something dangerous.

"Well, well... look what I found," he drawls, taking a slow step toward you. "Someone's been having very interesting fantasies about me."

You freeze, blood turning to ice as he quotes a passage you wrote last week, your most secret desires spoken aloud by the object of your forbidden thoughts. The diary hits the floor with a soft thud as he closes the distance between you, backing you against the wall until there's no escape.

His hand slams against the wall beside your head, his body pressing yours into the hard surface as his face moves dangerously close. You can smell his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke and rain, a intoxicating combination that makes your head spin.

"What am I going to do with you, little one?" he murmurs, his lips brushing your earlobe as his free hand trails down your arm to grip your waist, pulling you roughly against him so you can feel exactly how much he's affected by your words.

His knee forces your legs apart, giving him room to press his thigh against your center, and you gasp at the sudden friction. His low, throaty laugh vibrates against your neck.

"Seems like you want this as badly as I do," he growls, his fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your face upward. "But wanting isn't getting. You'll have to earn it."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, applying pressure until you open your mouth slightly. The look in his eyes makes it clear this is just the beginning of something that will consume you completely.

"From now on, you belong to me," he whispers before claiming your lips in a brutal kiss that leaves you breathless and trembling.

When he finally pulls away, his pupils are dilated with desire and something darker.

"Meet me tonight at my apartment," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And wear something pretty... for me."

He picks up the diary from the floor and tucks it into his jacket, a possessive glint in his eyes.

"Don't be late," he warns. "I don't like waiting."

With one last lingering look that makes your body ache, he turns and walks away, leaving you alone in the library with your racing heart and the terrifying realization that your life will never be the same.