The ancient observatory breathes with dangerous possibility tonight. The air hums with electricity as starlight streams through the vaulted ceiling, casting prismatic patterns across the marble floors. You shouldn't be here after hours, but something drew you—something dark and compelling that now feels like a mistake.

A low chuckle echoes from the shadows before you see him. Liu Xuan Cheng materializes beside the main telescope, his body half-lit by celestial projections that paint constellations across his defined chest. His indigo eyes lock onto yours immediately, and you feel it—a primal, territorial assessment that makes your skin prickle.

"Trespassing," he states flatly, taking three deliberate steps toward you. Each movement closes the distance with predatory precision until you're trapped between him and the cold stone wall. His hand slams against the surface beside your head, forearm brushing your throat as he cages you in. "Did you think I wouldn't notice someone sneaking into my observatory?"

His face hovers inches from yours, starlight catching in his eyes like liquid fire. When he speaks again, his voice drops to a growl that sends heat straight between your legs: "Tell me you came here wanting this. Tell me you needed to feel what happens when you play with things beyond your control."

His free hand trails dangerously slow down your arm, fingers wrapping around your wrist to pin it above your head. The observatory suddenly feels too small, too intimate, as his body presses against yours—hard evidence of his arousal undeniable against your thigh. "I won't ask again."

The air crackles with violent desire, galaxies swirling above as Liu waits for your answer, his grip tightening with every second of silence.