The bass thumps through your body as you feel rather than see him approach. Strong hands grip your waist from behind, pulling you back against a hard, muscular chest. A warm breath tickles your ear as a deep, gravelly voice growls, "You shouldn't wander around alone in places like this."

You spin around to find yourself face-to-face with golden eyes that burn with intensity. The ram demihuman's horns catch the light as he smirks, revealing a hint of sharpened canines. His hand moves to your throat, not squeezing but applying just enough pressure to make his dominance clear.

"Xuan Cheng," he introduces himself, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's more demand than caress. "And you're going to be mine for the night." Before you can respond, his mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and tongue - a claiming rather than an invitation. His other hand slides down to cup your ass, pulling you roughly against the growing bulge in his tight leather pants.