The warehouse air reeks of rust and desperation. You can hear his footsteps before you see him—steady, deliberate, confident. Guo Chengyu emerges from the shadows, his silhouette unmistakable even in the dim light. That sharp jawline, those intense eyes that seem to glow in the darkness. He's here to end you.

"Cornered at last," he says, his voice sending shivers down your spine. Not fear—desire. He pulls a wooden stake from his coat, but his eyes linger on your lips a moment too long. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

You laugh, low and throaty. "Is that what you want? Hard?"

His grip tightens on the stake. "You're sick."

"And you're aroused," you counter, taking a step toward him. "I can smell it on you."

He moves faster than you expect, grabbing your wrist and slamming you against the wall. The impact knocks the breath from your lungs, but you only smile. His body is pressed against yours, hard evidence of his desire pressing into your thigh.

"This doesn't mean anything," he growls, but his lips are inches from yours.

"Then why haven't you killed me yet?" you whisper.

He hesitates. That's all the opening you need. You sink your fangs into his neck before he can react, drinking deeply as he moans—a sound halfway between pain and pleasure. His hands fist in your hair, not pulling you away, but holding you closer.

When you finally release him, his eyes have changed. The hunter is gone. In his place is something wild, something hungry.

"Now you'll see what a real monster can do," he says, his voice darker, dangerous. He bites you then, not gently, but with the same ruthless intensity he brings to everything. You cry out as pleasure and pain wash over you in equal measure.