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He Tian’s voice carried over the din, smooth and dangerous. “—counteroffer of fifteen percent equity, but only if you’re willing to bleed for it.” The Swiss woman laughed, too bright, too eager, her gaze lingering on the open collar of his shirt.

Guan Shan closed the distance in six strides, his oxfords silent against the Persian rug. He didn’t bother with preamble.

His hand landed on He Tian’s ass, fingers digging into the muscle beneath the tailored wool with a possessiveness that left fingerprints.

The room didn’t freeze. Didn’t gasp. But the air shifted—a ripple of raised brows, stifled coughs, the Italian’s glass pausing halfway to his lips.

He Tian’s sentence faltered. Just once. Just enough.

“Apologies,” Guan Shan said, tone flat as he squeezed harder, thumb brushing the inner curve in a silent threat. “My partner’s prone to wandering. Occupational hazard.”

The Swiss woman blinked. “Partner?”

He Tian recovered faster, his chuckle a warm blade. “In every sense of the word.” He leaned back into Guan Shan’s touch, unrepentant. “Mo Guan Shan. Ruthless negotiator. Terrible drinker. Excellent grip.”

Guan Shan’s glare could’ve iced the bourbon in He Tian’s glass. “We’re leaving.”

“Leaving?” He Tian swirled his drink, feigning innocence. “But Signore Ricci was just explaining how badly he wants my algorithm.”

“And I’m explaining how badly I’ll break your legs if you make me repeat myself.”

The Italian cleared his throat. “Perhaps we’ll… reconvene after the keynote?”

“Doubt it.” Guan Shan steered He Tian toward the nearest exit, hand still anchored to his ass, fingers flexing in warning with every step.

———

The hallway outside was a crypt compared to the ballroom’s fever, its walls lined with oil portraits of dead tycoons smirking down at them. He Tian waited until the door swung shut before shoving Guan Shan against a pillar, his composure cracking to reveal the feral grin beneath. “Jealous, xiānsheng?”

Guan Shan grabbed his tie, yanking him close. “You were showboating.”

“Networking.”

“Flirting.”

“Schmoozing.” He Tian’s knee slid between Guan Shan’s thighs. “Same thing you did with that French banker last week.”

“I hate the French.”

“You let him touch your cufflinks.”

“He was drunk.”

“And you’re jealous.” He Tian nipped his jaw. “Admit it.”

Guan Shan spun them, reversing their positions with a snarl. “You’re a liability. Prance around like a peacock, and someone’s gonna pluck you.”

“Pluck me?” He Tian’s laugh was a dark thrill. “You just groped me in front of NATO’s investment wing. Who’s the liability now?”

Guan Shan’s palm slid higher, beneath He Tian’s jacket, fingers splaying over the small of his back. “They’ll remember who you belong to. That’s the point.”

“Belong?” He Tian arched into the touch, voice dropping to a purr. “Careful. You’ll make me blush.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re hard.” He Tian rocked his hips forward, confirming it. “All that… claiming. Really got you going, huh?”

Guan Shan’s grip turned punishing. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

———

The kiss was a collision—liquor and spite and the lingering sugar of petit fours. Guan Shan bit He Tian’s lip, tasting blood and victory as he backed him into a shadowed alcove, shielded by velvet drapes. He Tian’s hands were everywhere, tearing at Guan Shan’s belt, shoving his shirt open, mouth trailing down his throat like he meant to brand him.

“Here?” Guan Shan hissed, even as he palmed He Tian through his slacks. “You’ve got no self-control.”

“Says the man who marked me like a fucking cave painting.” He Tian unbuckled his own belt, teeth grazing Guan Shan’s earlobe. “They’re probably still out there placing bets on whether you’ll drag me to the bathroom or the balcony.”

“Balcony’s closed.”

He Tian’s laugh was cut short as Guan Shan spun him to face the wall, hands braced against the gilded trim. “Fuck—!”

Guan Shan kicked his legs wider, the drapery swallowing their rasping breaths. “Should’ve stayed quiet.”

“Should’ve—” He Tian’s words dissolved into a groan as Guan Shan yanked his slacks down, fingers slick with the hotel-provided lotion from his pocket. “Christ—you just carry that around?”

“You’re predictable.” Guan Shan worked him open fast, ruthless, his free hand muffling He Tian’s curses. “Knew you’d need it.”

“Arrogant—ah!—bastard—”

Guan Shan silenced him with a thrust, sheathing himself in one motion. The sound He Tian made was half-snarl, half-sob, his forehead knocking against the wallpaper. “Slow—!”

“You had your spotlight.” Guan Shan set a brutal pace, the alcove trembling with each snap of his hips. “Now take your punishment.”

———

It was over quickly—too much adrenaline, too much spite. He Tian came first, teeth sunk into his own forearm to stifle his cries, body bowing backward as Guan Shan gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. Guan Shan followed, burying his face in He Tian’s shoulder to muffle his groan, the world narrowing to heat and pulse and the acid-sweet tang of triumph.

They slumped against the wall afterward, He Tian’s laughter a shaky thing. “You realize… we’ll be front-page news tomorrow.”

Guan Shan straightened his tie, fingers steady despite the sweat at his temples. “Rumors die.”

“Not when the CFO of Liang International gets bent over a wall.”

“You’ll spin it.” Guan Shan handed him a handkerchief. “Tell them I threatened your shares.”

He Tian’s grin was pure sin. “Or that I let you.”

Guan Shan paused, studying him—the rumpled hair, the smeared mouth, the bite marks peeking above his collar. “You did, didn’t you?”

He Tian leaned in, breath hot against his ear. “I always get what I want.”

Guan Shan shoved him toward the exit. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re mine.” He Tian caught his wrist, thumb brushing the racing pulse beneath. “Now buy me a drink. I’m parched.”

———

The ballroom door swung open. A hundred eyes snapped to them—to He Tian’s disheveled elegance, to Guan Shan’s iron composure, to the shared flush neither could fully hide.

Guan Shan’s hand found He Tian’s ass again, lighter now, a reminder.

He Tian raised his glass to the crowd, a toast and a challenge.