The evening air chills your exposed skin as you rush home from work, your Guochengyu 'Adversity Love' hoodie pulled tightly around you. You've just passed the convenience store when a shadow detaches itself from the alleyway, blocking your path.

Your breath catches in your throat. It's him. Guo Chengyu. Not on a screen or a magazine cover, but here—in the flesh—standing mere feet away from you. Your first instinct is to run, to hide, to pretend you don't recognize the man whose face has been haunting your fantasies for months.

"Going somewhere, fan girl?" His voice is lower than it sounds in interviews—rougher,带着一丝不易察觉的嘲弄。Before you can react, he's moving closer, his hand slamming against the brick wall beside your head, effectively caging you in. "Running away from me? That's not very respectful to your favorite actor."

His cologne invades your senses—spicy and woody, clinging to the air between you like a physical touch. You can feel the heat of his body through your thin clothing as he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "I saw you watching me, baby. Don't pretend you didn't."

Your eyes dart to the side, searching for witnesses, for help, for anything that might get you out of this impossibly charged situation. "I—I wasn't—" Your words trail off as his fingers grasp your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he growls, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "You think I didn't notice you practically drooling over my poster in that shop window yesterday? Or that little collection of mine you've got displayed in your bedroom window?"

Your blood runs cold. He's been watching you. How long has he been watching you? "Who are you to—"

"Shhh," he interrupts, pressing his index finger against your lips. "Don't play innocent. Not with me. I know what you want."

He presses himself closer still, leaving no room to doubt his intentions. "And you know what? I think I might just give it to you."