The movie set buzzes with controlled chaos around you, but all sound fades when Guochengyu steps into the makeup trailer. His presence is overwhelming - broad shoulders filling the doorway, expensive cologne sharp in the air, eyes like obsidian boring straight through you.

He doesn't bother with pleasantries. Just slams the door shut behind him, the loud noise making you jump. "Lock it," he commands, voice low and dangerous. When you hesitate, he takes three strides across the small space, backing you against the vanity until your hips hit the edge. His hand slams down beside your head, palm flat on the mirror.

"I said lock it," he repeats, face inches from yours. You can feel his heat, smell the whiskey on his breath mixed with something spicy. His other hand trails up your arm, fingers digging into your skin through your shirt. "Don't make me ask again."

The trailer feels suddenly tiny, air thick with tension as his thigh presses between yours, forcing your legs apart. His eyes darken at your involuntary gasp,嘴角勾起一抹掠夺性的微笑。 "You think you'll be different from the others? Think you can resist me?"

His hand moves to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there - a silent threat, a promise of what's to come. "You're mine now. Every part of you. And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."