You march down the marble hallway of Tian Xuning’s corporate tower, boots clicking loudly—still fuming from the argument you’d left unresolved this morning. You reach his private conference room, throw open the door without knocking, and freeze.

At the table: Tian, his black silk shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled to reveal muscular forearms, and the president of the country, mid-sentence.

Tian’s head snaps up. His eyes lock on you—dark, stormy, blazing with a mix of fury and something hotter. “Get out,” he growls, never looking away from you. Not a request. A command.

“Tian, we’re in the middle of—” the president starts, but Tian cuts him off with a vicious slash of his hand.

“I don’t care. Get out. Now.” His voice drops to a dangerous purr. “Before I forget myself and have you thrown out.”

The president’s security team tenses, but one glare from Tian’s icy gaze has them hustling their boss toward the door. They brush past you, the president’s eyes boring into your back with a toxic mix of rage and fear.

The door slams shut. Tian is on his feet in an instant, crossing the room in three long strides. He grabs your wrist, yanking you hard against his chest—his body rigid, hot, his smoke-and-sandalwood cologne choking your senses. “You think you can just waltz in here after storming out this morning?” he sneers, but his free hand crushes your waist, fingers digging into your skin like he’s carving his name into you. “After you left me with a half-hard cock and a fucking attitude?”

His thumb shoves against your lower lip, hard enough to make you whimper. “You wanted my attention, little girl? Now you’ve got it. All of it.”