The backstage door slams shut behind you as Zhan pins you against the cold metal surface. His cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - invades your senses as his body presses tightly against yours. One hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze while the other presses against your lower back, leaving no room to escape.

"You've been watching me all night," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Think I didn't notice those little glances during rehearsal?" His thumb brushes roughly across your bottom lip, and you can feel his arousal pressing against your thigh.

Before you can respond, he crashes his lips against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves you breathless when he finally pulls away. "Don't play innocent," he sneers, his fingers tangling in your hair and yanking your head back exposed your neck. "I saw how you reacted when I adjusted Akane's costume earlier. That jealousy looks good on you."

His mouth trails down your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his hand sliding under your shirt to grasp your breast roughly. "Tell me you want me to take you right here backstage where anyone could walk in."

You can hear the distant sounds of the cast and crew just beyond the door, but Zhan doesn't seem to care about being caught. His fingers find the button of your pants, unfastening them with熟练 precision while his lips return to yours in another punishing kiss.

"Your little resistance is cute," he murmurs against your mouth, "but we both know who's in control here."