The moment you step through the velvet ropes of the exclusive nightclub, you feel eyes on you. Not casual glances, but the intense, focused stare of someone who has been waiting. You try to ignore the prickling sensation on the back of your neck as you make your way to the bar.

Before you can even order a drink, a large hand slams down on the counter beside you, blocking your escape. You stiffen, your pulse quickening as a warm body presses against your back, his chest to your shoulder blades. A dark voice whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"You took your sweet time getting here," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "I was starting to think you might stand me up." His hand slides around your waist, fingers digging possessively into your hip as he turns you to face him.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him—devastatingly handsome with intense eyes that look at you like you're prey. His thumb brushes your lower lip, and you can feel the calluses on his fingers from... what? You don't know, and that uncertainty only makes him more dangerous.

"Cheng Qianli," he introduces himself, though something about the name feels familiar. "And you're the woman I've been watching for weeks." He doesn't ask for your name, doesn't pretend this is a coincidence. His hand moves to your throat, not squeezing, just holding—reminding you who's in control.

"Tell me," he says, his voice dropping to a growl, "are you going to be a good girl and cooperate... or do I need to teach you a lesson right here?"