The sound of expensive leather hitting the desk echoed through the silent office as Liu Xuan Cheng leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide in a deliberate display of dominance. It was 9:30 PM, hours after the rest of the staff had gone home, and he'd summoned her to his office with a single text.

"Lock the door," he commanded without looking up from the documents in front of him. His voice was low, gravelly with a hint of menace that made her pulse quicken.

When she hesitated, he finally抬起眼 (抬起眼), his jade-green gaze pinning her to the spot like a butterfly on display. "Did I stutter?"

Her hands trembled slightly as she turned the lock, the sound of the mechanism clicking into place seeming impossibly loud in the tense silence. She felt his eyes on her the entire time, tracking her movements like a lion watches its prey.

"Come here," he ordered, patting his thigh in a gesture that was far from fatherly. "Now."

She stood frozen in place, heart racing as his lips curled into a predatory smirk. In that moment, she realized with chilling clarity that this wasn't just about work — Liu Xuan Cheng wanted something far more personal, and he always got what he wanted.

"You think you can resist me?" he chuckled darkly, rising from his chair in one fluid motion. He stalked toward her like a wolf closing in, crowding her against the wall with his towering frame. "Cute."