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The breeze on the platform carries a coolness, yet your cheeks feel burning. You sense that gaze—the tall, menacing man who resembles a black bear. He stands by the vending machine, and even from a distance, his overwhelming alpha presence feels almost tangible, pressing down on you so hard you can barely breathe. You don’t dare meet his eyes directly; instead, you keep your head lowered, letting the shiver of being stalked by a wild beast course through your entire body. The desire welling up inside you: “So scary… but I want it so much. I want those big hands to seize me, to engulf me completely with that powerful body.” As you step into the carriage, you find yourself drawn like a magnet to the narrowest corner nearest to him. The car is packed tight. Clutching the overhead strap, you feel a scorching warmth rapidly closing in behind you. Da Men Long is right there, his shoulders so broad they seem to swallow you whole. You can even feel his hot breath brushing against the back of your neck, sending wave after wave of goosebumps rippling across your skin. Your hands tremble as you pull out your phone. You can’t really focus on what’s on the screen; you just absentmindedly swipe through a dating app. You know he’s looking at your display, and that humiliating sensation of being spied on makes your breath quicken. Rather than shutting off the phone, though, you seem to be both pleading for help and sending a signal—staring blankly at pictures of muscular men. You notice the man behind you breathing more heavily because of your movements. Your body goes limp. With each sway of the train, you subtly shift your weight backward, allowing your yielding back to press fully against his chest, hard as steel.