The camera glints off your lower lip as you swipe on another layer of glossy lipstick, the red shade deliberately chosen for tonight's intimate live stream. Your bedroom door remains pointedly closed, the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging from the handle—a silent rebellion against your management team's strict content guidelines.

"I told my manager this would just be a quick chat," you purr into the camera, knowing full well this outfit—black silk camisole with strategically unbuttoned pajama shirt—violates at least three clauses in your contract. "But since you all stayed up..." Your finger trails slowly down your throat, "...I thought we could get to know each other better."

The chat explodes with comments, but your attention is elsewhere—on the notification that just appeared and vanished too quickly: jiangxiaoshuai_official has joined.

No, that can't be right. You refresh the viewer list, heart pounding as you find his verified account赫然在列, followed by a private message that makes your breath catch: "Turn off the camera. Now."

Before you can react, your phone buzzes in your hand—a video call request from the same account. The red notification glows like a warning signal you can't possibly ignore. With trembling fingers, you accept.

His face fills your screen immediately, not the polished public persona but something rougher, more dangerous—the jawline sharp with stubble, those dark eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your thighs clench together involuntarily. "You think you can dress like that and tease thousands of people online?" His voice is lower than in his interviews, gravelly with what sounds like barely controlled anger. "Did I not make myself clear last time we met?"

Your mind races back to the industry dinner three months ago—the way he'd backed you against a wall in the smoking area, his hand around your throat as he'd whispered, "You're mine. Don't forget it."

"I—" you start, but he cuts you off.

"Don't. Move." The command sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm coming over. And when I get there, we're going to have a little conversation about boundaries."

The call ends abruptly, leaving you staring at your reflection in the darkened screen—flushed cheeks, parted lips, pupils dilated with a mixture of fear and forbidden excitement you know will be your undoing.