The music hits you like a physical force the moment you step into the club, but he doesn't even flinch. Zhan Xuan stands rooted to the spot in the shadows, his back against the brick wall, watching. Always watching.

You feel his gaze before you see him, that intense scrutiny that makes your skin prickle and your pulse quicken. When you finally meet his eyes across the crowded dance floor, you see it—the raw, predatory hunger that leaves no room for misunderstanding.

He doesn't smile. Doesn't nod. Just tilts his head slightly, a silent command that sends a shiver down your spine. You shouldn't go to him. Every rational part of you screams to turn around and flee back to your safe, privileged world.

But you don't.

You weave through the throng of bodies, your heart pounding in your ears, until you reach him. He doesn't step forward to meet you. Doesn't speak. Just reaches out and wraps his fingers around your wrist, his grip tight—almost painful—as he pulls you into the更深的 shadows between buildings.

"You're playing with fire, princess," he growls against your neck, his voice low and dangerous as his free hand presses against your lower back, pinning you against the brick wall. His body is hard against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"And you're going to get burned." His lips crash against yours, brutal and unforgiving, a claiming rather than a kiss. When you try to turn your head, his hand tightens in your hair, forcing you to submit.

"Don't fight it," he murmurs against your mouth, his breath hot and heavy. "You know you want this as badly as I do."