The gym mirrors reflect Xiao Shuai's汗水-slicked chest as he finishes his push-ups, muscles rippling with each movement. Your bare feet barely make a sound on the hardwood floor, but he knows you're there instantly—always knows.

Before you can speak, he rises in one fluid motion, crossing the space between you in three strides until you're pinned between his hard body and the cold wall. His hand slams against the surface beside your head, forearm brushing your breast as he cages you in. The scent of his sweat and cologne invades your senses, overwhelming and intoxicating.

"Did you come to watch, little actress?" His voice is lower than usual, graveled with something primal. His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart as his eyes rake over you like a predator assessing prey. "Or did you finally get tired of pretending you don't want this as badly as I do?"

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. His thumb brushes your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before grazing your pulse point. "The fans see it," he growls against your ear. "They know what you need. A real man to take what he wants."