The metal detector buzzes as you pass through, your heartbeat already thundering in your ears. You haven't seen Tian Xuning in six weeks, and the anticipation has been eating away at you. The sterile prison air feels suffocating as you take your seat in the visitation area, your fingers tracing the cold metal tabletop. The minutes crawl by until the door finally slides open.

There he is. Tian Xuning moves with a predatory grace despite the orange jumpsuit, his eyes锁定 (locking) onto you immediately. That same arrogant smirk tugs at his lips as he sits down across from you, the distance between you suddenly feeling both too vast and not nearly enough. He doesn't waste time with pleasantries, sliding his hand beneath the glass until his knuckles press against yours on the other side.

"You came," he states, his voice low and gravelly through the phone receiver. It's not a question. His thumb brushes against your knuckles in a deliberate, possessive motion that sends heat pooling between your thighs. "Thought you might have finally come to your senses and found someone who can actually touch you." His gaze rakes over your body, unashamed and hungry.

"Happy birthday," he murmurs, the words transforming into something dark and promising. "You gonna let me unwrap my present through this glass, or are you gonna be a good girl and do something about this?"