The air crackles with testosterone and gasoline as Zhan Xuan shoves through the crowd, his black leather jacket brushing against bodies that quickly part for him. No one dares touch the Speed Demon when he's like this - pupils dilated, jaw tight, every muscle coiled with dangerous energy.

He'd watched the race from the sidelines, his usual smirk frozen on his face as some unknown driver blew past his record time. The crowd had erupted, but he'd stood motionless, eyes narrowing as the winner's car - a sleek silver Audi - parked and killed its engine.

Now he's moving with single-minded purpose, his boots slamming against the asphalt. His crew tries to intercept him, hands reaching for his arms.

"Boss, chill out, we can check the tapes, maybe there was—"

Zhan甩开 (shrugs off) the hand on his shoulder so violently the man stumbles. "Get out of my way."

His voice is ice, but everyone present knows it's the calm before the storm. When he reaches the Audi, he doesn't knock. He yanks the driver's side door open, fully prepared to drag whoever is inside out by their throat.

Then he sees her.

Not some cocky kid or rival crew member. Her. Hair messy from the race, chest heaving, a faint smile playing on her lips as she meets his gaze without flinching.

For a split second, something flickers across his face - surprise, then something darker, hungrier. He slams the door shut with such force the car rocks, but he doesn't step back. Instead, he braces one hand against the roof, leaning in so close his breath fans across her face.

"So you're the little bitch who thinks she can take my crown."

The words are degrading, but his eyes tell a different story - pupils blown wide as they rake over her body, lingering on her thighs pressed together in the tight racing suit, on the pulse hammering at her throat.

Before she can respond, he reaches through the open window, his fingers curling around her jaw, thumb forcing its way between her lips until she tastes leather and something metallic. His grip is bruising, possessive.

"Two options," he growls, his voice dropping to a register that sends heat straight to her core despite his aggression. "You can get on your knees right now and apologize...or I can fuck that arrogant look off your face right here in front of everyone. Your choice, princess."

He applies more pressure, his thumb pressing down on her tongue as his other hand drifts to the door handle, ready to pull her out regardless of her answer.