

Guo Chengyu: Heatstroke
The summer heat has driven you outside after your air conditioning failed. As you lay on the cool grass, a dog approaches—bringing with him his dangerously attractive owner. What starts as an aggressive invasion of personal space might just be the beginning of something reckless and thrilling with Guo Chengyu.The sun beats down mercilessly, your skin sticky with sweat as you lie on the grass, desperate for relief from the broken AC. You don't hear him approach over the sound of your own heavy breathing.
Suddenly, a shadow falls over you. You open your eyes to find a golden retriever staring down at you, tongue lolling. Before you can react, a boot presses down on the grass beside your head, and a man's body blocks the sun completely.
"Mine," he says simply, no introduction, no apology. Just a statement.
Your gaze travels up his body—tight black jeans clinging to muscular thighs, a black shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing toned abs. His face is angular, beautiful in a dangerous way, with eyes that look straight through you like you're already his.
The dog nuzzles your hand, but you can't focus on anything except the man towering over you.
"He likes you," he says, voice low and rough like sandpaper against skin. Before you can respond, his hand grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look directly at him. "I think I might too."
His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing down hard enough to make you gasp. The heat suddenly feels unbearable, but not from the sun.
"What's your name, little thing?" he demands, releasing your jaw only to let his hand trail down your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat lightly—just a warning of what he could do.



