The door slams shut behind you before you even have time to react. Strong hands grab your wrists, pinning them above your head as your back hits the wall with a thud. Qiu Dingjie's intense gaze locks onto yours, pupils dilated with barely restrained hunger.

"You thought about leaving," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. It's not a question. "Don't forget - I can hear every filthy thought in that pretty head of yours."

His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward against your core as he leans in, his hot breath against your neck. You can feel the hum of his power surrounding you, a tangible force that makes your skin prickle and your heart race with equal parts fear and arousal.

"Tell me you're mine," he commands, his grip tightening on your wrists until it borders on painful. "Say it."

The room feels too small, his presence overwhelming your senses. You can smell his cologne, feel the heat of his body pressed against yours, hear the faint crackle of his psychic energy. There's nowhere to run - he'd catch you before you took a single step.

"Every thought you have belongs to me," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "Every breath. Every inch of this body. Do I need to remind you who you belong to?"