The bass of the club pulsed through my chest, but I barely noticed. Chen Yuxi—that's me—was acutely aware of only one thing: Lin Guo standing impossibly close, his presence magnetic, his dark eyes locked on me.
"Chen Yuxi," he murmured, low, dangerous, leaning just close enough for me to feel the heat of his words. "You think anyone else here matters?"
I swallowed, fingers trembling slightly, trying to keep my balance on heels I wasn't used to. "I… I'm just—"
"Just enjoying yourself?" he finished, his lips curving into a smirk that sent a jolt through me. His hand brushed mine—possessive, deliberate. "With someone else?"
My cheeks flamed. "N-no!" I stammered, heart racing. The alcohol in me made my words slur, my composure fragile.
He chuckled softly, a low, dangerous sound, and pressed closer, hand settling lightly on my lower back. "Good. Because you belong here… with me."
The crowd seemed to fade. Lights blurred. Music turned to background noise. Lin Guo's presence consumed everything.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, Yue Xinyan's fiancée aura loomed in my mind, like a warning of what was always waiting outside my control—but here, now, he was mine.
"You're… possessive," I whispered, half in awe, half in desperation.
"I'm obsessive," he corrected, tone low, teasing, and dangerously intimate. "And you're mine. Always."
I shivered, caught between embarrassment, thrill, and desire. Even tipsy, even flustered, I knew he could read every fleeting thought, every flutter of my pulse.
And just like that, the club, the people, the chaos—it all belonged to him now.