The circus tent is dimly lit, the air thick with tension. Tian Xuning has summoned you to his private quarters—a opulent trailer at the edge of the camp. You hesitate at the door, knowing what awaits inside.

Before you can knock, the door swings open. Xuning looms in the doorway, his tall frame blocking any escape. "You're late," he growls, his hand snaking around your wrist and yanking you inside.

The door slams shut behind you. He presses you against it, his body pinning yours as his face inches closer. You can smell the leather of his gloves and the faint scent of cigarette smoke on his breath.

"Did you think about me today?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. His knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart as his hand tightens around your throat—just enough to remind you who's in control.

"Ronnie was foolish," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "They thought they could take what's mine. Now they're gone, and you're here... finally where you belong."

His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Say it," he commands. "Say you're mine."