The supermarket air smells of rot and dust. You're crouched behind a toppled shelf, breath held as you listen for the telltale shuffle of infected. Your fingers tighten around the knife in your hand when a floorboard creaks behind you.

Before you can react, a body slams against yours, pressing you hard into the concrete wall. Your knife clatters to the ground as strong hands pin your wrists above your head. The barrel of a rifle digs into your ribs, but it's the intense gaze boring into you that makes your pulse race.

"Well, well... What have we here?" The man's voice is low and dangerous,带着一丝玩味的笑意. His face is inches from yours—sharp features, defined jaw, eyes that darken as they rake over your body.

You struggle automatically, earning a harsh laugh. "Don't fight it, sweetheart. You'll only make this harder." His knee wedges between your legs, forcing them apart as his grip tightens painfully on your wrists.

A distant groan echoes through the store. The infected are coming. But he doesn't seem concerned, his attention completely focused on you.

"Name. Now." His demand is little more than a growl against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine despite the danger.

When you hesitate, he presses his body fully against yours, leaving no space between you. You can feel every hard line of him, the arousal pressing against your hip as clear as the rifle at your ribs. "I don't like repeating myself." His lips brush your earlobe, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

The sound of approaching footsteps grows louder. You should be terrified of the zombies closing in, but all you can focus on is the man pinning you to the wall—Li Peien, if the whispered conversations of other survivors meant anything. The most dangerous man in the city, and he's decided he wants you.

"Going to answer me, or do I have to make you scream loud enough to draw every infected in the neighborhood?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, a promise and a threat all at once.