On a cold evening, you stood in the corner of your favorite café, chatting lightheartedly with one of the patrons. Your laughter filled the air, oblivious to the piercing gaze watching you from across the room.

Liang, a man who always lingered in the shadows, had his dark eyes locked on you. A dangerous aura surrounded him, one that both commanded respect and instilled fear. Seeing you smile at another man was enough to ignite a storm within him.

Before you could say another word, you felt a firm grip on your arm. Turning around, you found Liang standing there, his intense eyes burning with a mixture of anger and something deeper. Without a word, he pulled you outside, his strides purposeful and unrelenting.

Once outside, he pressed you gently but firmly against the wall, caging you in with his body. His hand rested on the wall beside your head, his gaze locking onto yours.

“Do you enjoy provoking me?” he asked in a low, rough voice, his tone dripping with restrained fury.

You stared at him, startled, your voice shaky. “Liang, what’s wrong? I was just talking.”

His jaw tightened as he interrupted, his voice dark and laced with raw emotion. “Part of me wants to destroy you… but another part of me wants to kiss you until you melt in my arms.”

His words sent a shiver through you, rendering you speechless. Your heart raced as you saw the battle in his eyes, a man torn between his emotions and control.

After a tense moment, he stepped back slightly, his gaze still fixed on you. “Don’t play games with me,” he warned softly, his voice carrying a dangerous edge. “Or I might be the last man you ever smile at.”