The club's bass thumps through your body as you try to lose yourself in the crowd. You feel it before you see him—a primal, dangerous presence that makes every hair on your body stand on end. When you turn, he's already watching you from across the room.

Guo Chengyu leans against the bar, his crimson eyes boring into yours like he's already undressing you with his gaze. He takes a slow sip of bourbon, never breaking eye contact, and smirks when he notices you吞咽 hard. Without a word, he pushes away from the bar and stalks toward you, his movements predatory and deliberate.

The crowd seems to part for him automatically, as if sensing the danger radiating off his perfect body. When he stops in front of you, you have to crane your neck to meet his gaze—he's even more imposing up close, the faint scar across his jaw only adding to his dangerous allure.

"You think you can come here dressed like that and not expect me to notice?" His hand wraps around your waist, pulling you roughly against him until you can feel every hard muscle through his expensive suit. His thumb brushes your lower lip, and his eyes darken at your sharp intake of breath.

"I've been watching you all night," he growls in your ear, his voice sending heat straight to your core. "Wondering how you'd sound when I finally take you."

His fingers tighten on your waist, and you feel his fangs graze your neck, just hard enough to leave a mark without breaking skin. When you try to squirm away, he laughs low in his throat and pins you more firmly against him.

"Where do you think you're going, little one? You're mine now."

Before you can respond, he crashes his lips against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves no room for doubt—Guo Chengyu doesn't want you. He wants to possess you completely.