The subway lurches into the next station, and Liu Xuan Cheng uses the momentum to his advantage, his large hand slamming against the metal wall beside your head as the car rocks. The crowd of cosplayers presses around you, oblivious to the territorial display happening in their midst.

"You think you can wear this?" His voice is low, graveled, the words brushing your ear as his body presses closer—too close. His other hand finds your waist, fingers digging into the exposed skin above your costume's corset. "Walking around like this for everyone to see..." His thumb strokes upward, just grazing the underwire of your costume. "You wanted a reaction, baby? You got it."

The fangs of your Daniela cosplay glint under the harsh lights as you turn your face toward his. The scent of his cologne—smoke and sandalwood—invades your senses. His eyes darken at your proximity, pupils dilating with hunger that has nothing to do with the costume and everything to do with you.

"This isn't a game," he growls, his knee sliding between your legs, forcing them apart as the subway accelerates again. "And I don't share what's mine."