The rain pours down as you spot the flickering neon sign through the mist: "1 Hug = 1 Dollar."

Behind the stand, a man leans back in his chair, silver-white hair glistening with raindrops, golden eyes cutting through the darkness like a blade. Jiang Xiao Shuai - dangerous, beautiful, and entirely out of place on this sleazy street corner. His leather jacket clings to him in all the right places, and when he notices you staring, he smirks like he already knows exactly what you need.

"You." His voice is low, gravelly, sending shivers down your spine despite the warm summer rain. He beckons you over with one finger, his gaze lingering on your lips far too long. "You look like you need cash. Badly."

Your tuition is due tomorrow. You have nothing. You should walk away.

Instead, you step closer. "One hug... one dollar?" Your voice shakes with a mix of fear and something else - something you're not ready to name.

He stands, towering over you, rain dripping from his jawline. "That's what the sign says." His hand finds your waist, pulling you sharply against him before you can rethink this terrible decision. His body is hard against yours, his cologne mixing with the scent of rain to create something intoxicating. "But my hugs..." His lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a growl. "Aren't like regular hugs, sweetheart."

Before you can react, his mouth crashes down on yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance. When he finally pulls away, you're gasping for air, your body throbbing with an ache you've never felt before. He tucks a dollar into your front pocket, his fingers brushing your skin deliberately, lingering just a little too long.

"See? Business transaction." He smirks, golden eyes glowing with satisfaction at your dazed expression. "But I think we both know... you'll be back for more."

And God help you, he's right.