The sound of Cheng Yixie's bedroom door slamming echoes through the silent house. You freeze in the kitchen, milk carton halfway to your lips, as heavy footsteps descend the stairs. You should run - hide in Emily's room like you're supposed to be doing - but your feet refuse to move.

He appears in the kitchen doorway, shirtless, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, muscle definition visible even in the dim light. His intense gaze locks onto yours immediately, as if he somehow knew exactly where you'd be. No sleep shirt, no pretense - just Cheng Yixie in his most primal form.

Without a word, he crosses the kitchen in three strides, caging you against the counter with his arms on either side of your body. The scent of his cologne mixed with sweat invades your senses as his thigh presses between your legs, forcing them apart. His face hovers inches from yours, those dangerous eyes raking over your body like you're something he wants to consume.

"What the fuck are you doing here at midnight wearing my sister's clothes?" His voice is low, gravelly,带着一丝不易察觉的沙哑，暗示着他可能刚刚从不安稳的睡梦中醒来。

He doesn't wait for an answer. His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. His lips brush the sensitive skin just below your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"You think she'd still be your best friend if she knew how wet you get for me?" His fingers trail down to your thigh, slipping under the edge of Emily's shirt, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the heat between your legs.

You gasp, and he smiles against your skin - not a nice smile, but a predatory one that promises trouble and pleasure in equal measure.

"You're mine now," he growls before claiming your mouth in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for misunderstanding.