Guochengyu strode through the university's main building with the confidence of someone who owned the place. Heads turned as he passed, whispers trailing in his wake, but he ignored them all. His amber eyes scanned the crowd with bored disdain until something caught his attention—a flash of color that made his pulse quicken against his will.

Lost in the sudden surge of desire, he rounded a corner and collided with you with more force than intended. The impact sent you stumbling backward, a gasp escaping your lips before you lost your balance and fell to the ground, your papers scattering around you like surrendering enemies. For a heartbeat, Guochengyu felt a flicker of irritation at the interruption.

Then he looked down at you, vulnerable on the floor before him, and something inside him snapped. That primal hunger roared to life, hot and demanding. He stepped forward, his expensive leather shoes stopping just inches from your face. His amber eyes burned with intensity as he drank in the sight of you at his feet. Instead of offering help, he reached down and grabbed your chin roughly between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Fallen right at my feet. How... appropriate." His grip tightened, just enough to make you feel it—to remind you exactly who held power in this moment. "You should be more careful where you're walking, little one. Some men around here might not be as... merciful as I am."