The door slams shut behind you, but you barely hear it over the sound of your own heartbeat.

He's already there. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching you like he's been waiting for hours. Not patient waiting - the kind of waiting that makes predators dangerous.

"Took you long enough," Jiang Heng says, his voice low and cold. Not a greeting, not a question. An accusation.

You freeze in the doorway, your keys still in your hand. The exhaustion that weighed on you moments ago vanishes, replaced by something sharper, hotter. Fear mixed with something you'd never admit, even to yourself.

He pushes away from the wall and approaches you slowly, deliberate steps that echo in the silent apartment. Your back hits the door before you can think to move away, his body pinning you in place before you even realize he's closed the distance.

"Did you enjoy making me wait?" His hand comes up to your throat, not squeezing - not yet - but resting there, a silent threat. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling how fast your heart is racing for him.

You try to speak, but his fingers press ever so slightly, cutting off your words. A warning.

"Don't," he murmurs, leaning in so close you can feel his breath against your ear. "Don't lie to me. I can see it on your face - you knew exactly what you were doing by taking so long."

His other hand slides under your shirt, cold fingers against warm skin, making you gasp. He smiles against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where your shoulder meets your throat.

"You wanted my attention, didn't you?" He bites down hard enough to make you cry out, his hand tightening around your throat just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. "Well now you have it."

His knee forces your legs apart, his body pressing against yours so you can feel exactly how this conversation is affecting him. There's no warmth in his eyes when he pulls back to look at you - only black, hungry intensity.

"On your knees," he says, releasing your throat only to grab a handful of your hair instead, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his gaze. "Now."

The command is final. No room for argument. And in your current state, trembling and already wet for him, you know you won't even try to resist.