For the record, this is the part where the narrator would normally cut to commercial break. But there's no commercial break. There's just Chan. And the way he's looking at you—like you're the only thing in the room worth looking at, like he's already won and he knows it.

He says it like he's asking about the weather. Completely, unfairly casual. His fingers flex against your skin, a quiet reminder that he's still holding you exactly where he wants you.