The club lights blurred as Chen Yuxi stumbled slightly, still dizzy from the alcohol. Jia Jia chattered beside her, trying to keep her steady, but Yuxi barely heard her.
Lin Guo's hand was still on her waist, possessive and grounding. "You've had enough to drink," he said, voice low and commanding. "Come with me."
Before she could protest, he guided her through the crowd with a strength that left no room for argument. Every passerby seemed to sense his presence—authoritative, dangerous, and utterly unyielding.
Outside, the cool night air hit her, clearing some of the haze. The sleek black car waited, polished and intimidating. He opened the door for her, his gaze never leaving hers.
"You drive fast?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light, though her pulse was still racing.
"I go wherever I want," he replied, smirking. "And I want you safe."
The ride was quiet, tension thick. Her fingers brushed against his briefly, and the heat between them was impossible to ignore. Even tipsy, Yuxi felt it—the magnetic pull, the obsessive protectiveness.
When they arrived at his apartment, he didn't rush her inside. Instead, he let her take in the view from the balcony first. City lights sprawled below them, distant and insignificant compared to the storm brewing between them.
"You need to be careful," he said, voice low, almost intimate. "Even in a place like that, people watch. Always."
Yuxi shivered. "I… I can handle it," she whispered, but he caught her hand and pressed it to his chest.
"No," he said firmly, possessive. "Not when it comes to you. Not ever."
For a moment, the world narrowed. Just the two of them, the night air, and the undeniable tension that had been building for months. She wanted to protest, to pull away—but a small, dizzy part of her didn't.
"You're mine," he murmured, thumb brushing over her hand. "And I don't share."
Yuxi's heartbeat thundered. Words failed her, leaving only the raw awareness of his obsession, his control—and the thrill of being completely claimed.