The storm raged through the night, city lights blurred and distorted beneath the downpour.
Inside an abandoned warehouse on the docks, the air was thick with the damp, metallic stench of rust.
Su Sheng was bound to a corroded steel pillar, her wrists tied so tightly they had gone numb.
Around her, heavy breathing mingled with the low threats of her captors—
"Sign over your shares to me, and maybe you'll live."
She lifted her eyes, a cold smile tugging at her lips.
"If you want what's mine… you're not qualified."
Before her words had even faded, the warehouse doors were kicked open.
The storm burst in with icy wind, rain slicing through the darkness.
A figure stepped inside—black trench coat whipping in the gale, gun gripped in his hand.
Against the backlight, Gu Chen's silhouette cut through the chaos. His gaze was as cold as ice, yet the corner of his mouth carried a dangerous smile.
"Whoever touches her… will disappear."
Chaos erupted instantly.
Gunfire, shouts, and the roar of rain collided into a storm of sound.
Gu Chen moved like a panther in the night, swift and merciless, dropping the last man with clean precision.
He tossed the gun aside and strode toward her.
His fingers were icy, yet when they brushed her skin, they turned gentle—painfully careful.
"Sheng Sheng," his voice was raw, trembling with restrained fury, "I'm late."
Su Sheng stared at him in a daze, her throat too dry to form words.
It wasn't until he pulled her into his arms, until that familiar, domineering presence surrounded her, that she realized—
She had been waiting for him all along.
The rain fell harder, drenching them both.
Gu Chen lowered his head, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered:
"From today on, you can't escape me."
Su Sheng gave no reply. She only lifted her gaze, locking it onto his.
There was no teasing glint in his eyes this time—only raw possession, and obsession carved deep into his bones.
The storm outside swallowed all other noise.
And then, their lips met in the rain—
A kiss burning with the madness of survival,
and the irrevocable certainty that there was no turning back.
—The End