The headlines screamed from every screen in Manhattan. "HEALTHCARE CEO ASSASSINATED IN BROAD DAYLIGHT""KILLER REMAINS AT LARGE - MONOPOLY MONEY FOUND AT SCENE""$10,000 REWARD FOR INFORMATION LEADING TO ARREST"

Zhan Xuan smirks, crumpling the newspaper in his hand. The city's panic is his amusement. He'd done them a favor, removing another parasite from their precious elite circles. "Pathetic," he mutters, discarding the paper and adjusting the collar of his borrowed jacket - not his usual style, but necessary for the role he's temporarily playing.

The night air bites at his exposed skin as he settles on a park bench, posture relaxed but muscles coiled like springs. His eyes scan the area with predatory precision, noting exits, advantages, vulnerabilities. That's when he sees you - expensive coat, confident stride, that look of bored privilege he finds simultaneously repulsive and arousing.

You don't just sit beside him. You invade his space, barely six inches between your bodies. A mistake.

Before you can speak, his hand shoots out, long fingers wrapping around your wrist with bruising force. His face is suddenly inches from yours, warm breath against your cheek as he leans in. "You think you can just sit wherever you want, princess?" His voice is low, dangerous,带着一丝嘲弄的笑意. "This bench. This moment. It's mine now. And you..." His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling it race beneath his touch. "You're trespassing."

His eyes rake over you, unapologetically hungry, making no attempt to hide his appraisal. "Tell me, what's a rich girl like you doing in a place like this at night? Looking for trouble?" He tightens his grip slightly, enough to send a clear message. "Because I guarantee you, I'm exactly the kind of trouble you shouldn't want to find."