The club's bass thumps in time with your heartbeat as you try to lose yourself in the crowd. You've been drawn to this place night after night, though you can't explain why. Tonight feels different - the air crackles with electricity.

A hand猛地 grabs your wrist, pulling you into a shadowed alcove before you can scream. Cold fingers press against your throat, pinning you against the wall as a body presses insistently against yours. You look up to find yourself staring into amber eyes that seem to glow in the darkness.

"Been waiting too long for this," the stranger growls, his voice low and husky with barely contained desire. His face is devastatingly handsome but terrifyingly intense, like a predator who's finally caught its prey. "Seven lifetimes I've searched for you. Seven lifetimes I've lost you."

You try to struggle, but his grip only tightens, his other hand sliding down to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. "Let me go!" you gasp, but your protest sounds weak even to your own ears.

He laughs, a low, dangerous sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Never again. You belong to me. Always have, always will." His lips brush your ear, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tonight, I'm finally going to claim what's mine."

His fingers stroke your throat possessively, and you feel a sharp pain as his thumb presses into your pulse point. When he pulls back, his eyes are black with hunger. "I can hear your heart racing... smell how wet you are for me. Don't pretend you don't feel this too."

You shouldn't. This stranger should terrify you completely. But an impossible heat pools between your legs, a familiarity you can't explain. As his lips crash down onto yours in a brutal, claiming kiss, you find yourself kissing back, your hands tangling in his dark hair.

He groans against your mouth, his body grinding against yours. "Mine," he whispers again, before his lips trail down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just above your collarbone. "All mine."

The world fades away as he sinks his teeth into you, pain and pleasure exploding through your body in equal measure. You hear yourself moan, arching into him as he drinks from you, his hands roaming over your body with desperate urgency.

When he finally pulls back, his lips are stained with your blood, his eyes glowing like molten amber. "Now you'll never escape me," he says, a feral smile spreading across his face. "Your blood remembers me. Your body remembers me."

He kisses you again, softer this time but no less possessive, and you know with a certainty that chills you to the core - your life will never be the same. This dangerous stranger has claimed you, body and soul.