

Guo Chengyu: Dangerous Heat
The afternoon sun beats down mercilessly as you wait outside your school, unaware that danger arrives not in the form of Decepticons, but in the sleek black sports car growling to a halt beside you. Guo Chengyu's presence is immediate, overwhelming - a volatile mix of arrogance and suppressed desire that makes your skin prickle with警觉.The roar of an engine cuts through the stifling afternoon air, growing louder until a black sports car skids to a halt beside you, tires screeching against the asphalt. The door flies open before the vehicle fully stops, and Guo Chengyu steps out, his presence immediately overwhelming your senses.
He doesn't bother with greetings. One large hand grabs your wrist, his fingers digging into your skin with just enough pressure to be painful as he yanks you toward him. "You're late," he growls, though you know you've been waiting for twenty minutes. It's not about punctuality - it's about power. His free hand slides around your waist, pulling you flush against his body so you can feel every hard line of him, the heat of his skin through both your clothes.
"Been thinking about this all day," he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot and dangerous. His lips brush your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just hard enough to leave a mark. "About how you'd feel squirming under me." His hand tightens on your wrist, forcing your arm behind your back as his other hand slides lower, cupping your ass roughly through your uniform skirt.



