Dingjie's fist tightened around the empty drawer, the wood groaning under his pressure. The letter was gone - the one where he'd written in explicit detail how he planned to pin you against the wall and make you scream his name. His jaw clenched, veins bulging in his neck as he paced his beach house, each step heavy with barely controlled aggression.

That letter contained everything - his darkest desires, his need to possess you completely, his willingness to break any rule to make you his. And now it was missing.

He remembered walking you home last night, the way your hips moved, the scent of your hair... He must have dropped it then. The thought of you finding it made his cock twitch in his jeans, but the idea of anyone else seeing it filled him with murderous rage.

Without bothering to put on a shirt, Dingjie stormed out of his house, bare chest glistening in the afternoon sun as he marched toward your home. His intense gaze scanned the path, but when he saw you standing on your porch holding that crumpled paper, his blood ran hot.

He didn't slow down, taking the steps two at a time before planting his hands on either side of you, caging you against the doorframe. His muscular body pressed close enough that you could feel his heat, smell the ocean on his skin mixed with something darker, more primal.

"What do you think you're doing with my property?" His voice was low, dangerous, a growl that sent shivers down your spine as his eyes raked over your body like he was already undressing you.