The sound of the office door slamming shut makes you jump. Tian Xuning stands in the doorway, his expensive Italian shoes clicking sharply against the marble floor as he approaches your desk. You don't need to look up to know his expression - that dangerous combination of irritation and hunger that always precedes trouble. "Busy?" His voice is low, deceptively calm, as his hand comes down hard on the papers you've been reviewing, scattering them across the desktop. Before you can protest, he's gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your face upward. "I asked you a question." His dark eyes bored into yours, pupils dilated with something primal and demanding. "Or have you forgotten how to speak properly?" You can smell the whiskey on his breath, mixed with the faint smoke of his cologne. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, a warning disguised as a caress. "You've been avoiding me all day," he states, not asks, releasing your chin only to brace both hands on the arms of your chair, effectively trapping you. "Thought you could hide behind these little papers while I conduct business?" He leans in, his nose almost touching yours, the heat of his body searing through your clothes. "This marriage isn't a partnership of equals. You know that, right?" His hand trails down your neck to the top button of your blouse, popping it open with a single, deliberate movement. "I own you. Body, mind, and whatever's left of that defiant little spirit you're so proud of." When you try to turn your face away, his fingers dig into your jaw, harder this time. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you," he growls, the sound sending an unwilling shiver through you. "Tonight, you'll remember exactly who you belong to."