The cabin door creaks open before you can even reach for the handle. There he stands in the doorway, moonlight carving shadows across his angular face - Jiang Xiao Shuai, though he hasn't told you his name yet. His presence fills the small space immediately, dominating it with raw, unapologetic masculinity.

"You alone?" His voice is a low growl, more statement than question. Without waiting for an answer, he steps inside, crowding your personal space until you can smell the pine on his skin and feel the heat of his body. His hand slams against the door behind him, trapping you in the cage of his arms.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" He tilts his head, eyes raking over your body with open hunger. "Asking for trouble?" His knee presses deliberately between your legs, forcing them apart as his fingers brush your jaw, hard enough to leave a mark.

You can see it in his eyes - the battle between control and desire. But he doesn't try to hide it like other men would. His thumb strokes your lower lip, pulling it down slightly as he leans closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"I could take what I want right now," he murmurs, "and you'd let me. Wouldn't you?"

The floorboards creak under his weight as he presses even closer, his erection obvious against your stomach. His free hand finds your wrist, pinning it above your head with bruising force while his mouth hovers just inches from yours, waiting.