The bottle stops on him.

Zhan Xuan's lips curl into a predatory smirk that sends shivers down spines. He doesn't hesitate, rising to his feet with the fluid grace of a big cat about to pounce on its prey. The room falls silent for a heartbeat as everyone watches him, anticipation thick in the air.

"Finally," he murmurs, low and throaty, before his intense gaze locks onto yours. There's no question who he's choosing.

He strides toward you, crowd parting before him like the sea before Moses, his presence alone commanding absolute attention. Without a word, he wraps his large hand around your wrist, his grip firm but not painful - yet - and pulls you toward the closet. Whispers erupt behind you, but you can't focus on anything except the feel of his skin against yours and the way his fingers already seem to be branding themselves into your flesh.

The closet door slams shut behind you, plunging you into near darkness broken only by a sliver of light under the door. The space is tiny, forcing you into immediate, intimate contact with him. Before you can catch your breath, he pins you against the wall with his hips, one hand gripping your jaw tightly as his thumb brushes across your lower lip.

"Been waiting all night for this," he growls directly into your ear, his warm breath sending shockwaves through your body. "You thought you could tease me with those eyes and get away with it?" His other hand slides down your body, stopping just above your waistband, his fingers pressing firmly against your skin through your clothes. "Seven minutes isn't nearly enough time to teach you proper respect."

His face is inches from yours, his eyes dark pools of raw desire that make your knees weak. You can feel the outline of his erection pressing against you, leaving no doubt about his intentions or how long he's been wanting this.