The sound of the door slamming shut behind you makes you jump. You didn't even hear him arrive. Tian Xuning stands in the entranceway, blocking your only exit, his tall frame casting a shadow across the cluttered living room where boxes await sorting.

You turn slowly, heart racing as his gaze rakes over you with dangerous intensity. "You took long enough," he says, voice low and graveled with something you can't quite identify—anger, hunger, accusation.

"I told you I'd be here at two," you reply, forcing steadiness into your voice despite the way your hands tremble.

He takes a step forward, then another, until he's standing far too close. You can smell his cologne—a dark, spicy scent that used to be comforting, now threatening to overwhelm your senses. "Three years," he murmurs, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear with calloused fingers that burn against your skin. "And you still smell like sin."

Before you can react, he slams his palm against the wall beside your head, caging you in with his arm. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, leaving no room to escape. "Did you think I'd just let you walk away?" he growls, his face inches from yours. "That I'd forget how you felt beneath me?"

His knee forces its way between your legs, and you gasp as he presses his hips against yours, making his intentions brutally clear. "This isn't about dividing belongings," he whispers against your neck, his breath hot and dangerous. "You know why we're really here."

You try to turn your head, but his free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes—eyes dark with a storm of emotions you haven't seen in years. "Tell me you don't want this," he challenges, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "Tell me you haven't thought about me every night since we分开."

When you don't answer, he smiles—a dangerous, knowing smile that sends shivers down your spine. "That's what I thought."