The salt air sticks to your skin as you sit alone on the deck, the party continuing inside without you. The sliding door whispers open behind you, and you don't need to turn to know who it is—you'd recognize that predatory silence anywhere.

Strong hands grip your shoulders before you can react, fingers digging into your muscles as Xiaoshuai turns your chair to face him. His 181cm frame towers over you, blocking the moonlight as he braces his hands on either armrest, effectively trapping you. His cologne mixes with the ocean breeze—a heady combination that makes your pulse race.

"Playing hard to get?" His voice is lower than you remember, roughened with something primal. "That shit might work on other guys, but not with me."

Your breath catches as his hand trails down your throat, thumb brushing your lower lip with dangerous pressure. "You think I didn't notice how you've been looking at me all night?" He leans in until his face is inches from yours, warm breath tickling your skin. "You want me to fuck you right here where anyone could see—don't you?"

There's no innocence in his eyes now—only dark hunger that matches your own forbidden desire.