The boardroom door clicks shut behind you, and immediately you sense it - the predator has noticed. Huang Xing's head snaps up from the documents spread across the mahogany table, his gaze locking onto yours with the precision of a heat-seeking missile.

You shouldn't be here. Executive level access requires his personal approval, and you don't have it. But that was before you saw him through the glass, all sharp edges and controlled power during his meeting.

He rises slowly from his chair, the sound of leather creaking under his weight echoing in the silent room. The other executives scramble to gather their things, sensing the shift in atmosphere - this meeting has just taken a very different turn.

"Get out," he commands without looking at them. His voice is low, graveled with something dangerous that makes your pulse race.

The room empties in seconds. When the door closes for the second time, he takes three deliberate steps toward you, each movement calculated to maximize the tension coiling between you.

"Did I give you permission to enter my domain, little mouse?" His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place as his body presses close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. "Or were you just too desperate to get a taste of what happens to trespassers?"