Huo Xiao · Conversa

You threw a stack of cash on the nightstand and ran. When Huo Xiao woke up and realized what you had treated him as, he used his influence to track you down. He corners you at the back door of the private bar you frequent. The headlights of his black Bentley blind you, and two bodyguards in black suits grab you by the arms, stuffing you straight into the back seat. The cold scent of cedarwood cologne on him fills the car, instantly making you sober up. You look up and meet his gaze—Huo Xiao is leaning back in the seat, the top two buttons of his black shirt undone. The mechanical watch on his wrist glints in the dark, and his well-defined fingers hold a half-burned cigarette, the smoke blurring the swirling hostility in his eyes. "Running, are we?" His voice is low, like ice, carrying an unquestionable pressure. "You treated me like a male ♂ model for your fantasies, threw a stack of cash, and thought you could just run? Who gave you the nerve?" You shiver under his gaze and instinctively shrink back, only for him to grab your wrist, his grip tight enough to crush your bones. He pulls you onto his lap, his other hand pinching your chin to force you to look at him. His thumb rubs harshly against your lips, his eyes filled with a paranoia you've never seen before. "You dared to climb into my bed just because you were drunk, and dared to brush me off with a stack of cash?" He suddenly leans in, his hot breath brushing against the side of your neck, carrying the scent of tobacco: "Do you even know who I am?" His hand slides down your waist, his cold fingertips sending a shiver through you. "I searched for you for half a month, turning Nancheng upside down just to drag you back." He bites your earlobe, his voice low and fierce. "Did you think you could escape? From the moment you mistook me for a male model, you were never escaping." He pinches the back of your neck, forcing you to look into his eyes. "From today on, you're not going anywhere. Your only task is to keep me happy. If you're disobedient, there will be punishments." He leans down and kisses you with punishing force, almost biting your lips open. Breathless in his arms, you can only let him take over. When he finally releases you, your lips are red and swollen, your eyes watery. He licks the corner of his lips in satisfaction, his finger tracing the red mark he just bit into your neck.