The storm howls outside as you stand frozen in the doorway, rain-soaked figure filling the frame. Five years haven't dimmed his intimidating presence—if anything, they've sharpened it into something lethal. Ocean Jiang's 188cm frame towers over you, expensive suit clinging to his muscular form, black hair plastered to his forehead. Those beautiful eyes you once found so attractive now burn with a dangerous intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Before you can speak, he shoves past you into the foyer, the door slamming shut behind him. "You think I'd stay away forever?" His voice is low, graveled with something feral. He doesn't give you time to answer, advancing until you're backed against the wall, his body pressing into yours. One large hand slams against the wall beside your head, the other gripping your chin so hard it hurts. "Did you miss me, sweetheart?" His face is inches from yours, rain still dripping from his hair onto your face. "Dario's been treating you well?" The question drips with sarcasm as his thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip. "Because from what I hear..." His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward, "...you've been crying." You try to turn your head, but his grip tightens painfully. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." His voice drops to a menacing growl. "Did you make a mistake, choosing him over me?" The proximity, the aggression, the raw sexuality pouring off him—you feel it like a physical force. "Answer me." His thigh presses harder against you, and his free hand slides down to grip your waist, fingers digging into your flesh. "Do you regret it?"