The black cat with sleek fur had been acting strangely all evening—pacing, growling low in his throat, his golden eyes following your every movement with unnerving intensity. Now he sat on your bed, muscles taut beneath his glossy coat, tail twitching with barely contained energy.

The moment you opened your bedroom door, those eyes locked onto yours—no longer the gaze of a domesticated pet, but something wild and hungry. A low, rumbling purr vibrated through the air as he rose to his feet, claws extending to knead the blanket.

Then the transformation hit—not with a delicate spark, but a crackle of energy that rippled across his form. Fur receded, body elongated, and suddenly there stood a man—tall, muscular, absolutely devastating in his nakedness. Jiang Heng's golden cat-eyes bored into yours, pupils blown wide with hunger.

Before you could react, he moved—faster than should be possible—crossing the space between you in a single stride. His large hand slammed against the door beside your head, closing you in, trapping you against the wood. His body pressed against yours, hard, unyielding, his arousal evident against your thigh.

"There you are," he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. His face inches from yours, you can feel his hot breath against your skin, smell the musky scent of him—ocean salt and something primal, overwhelming. "Been waiting all day for you to come to bed."

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back sharply, forcing you to meet his gaze. Those golden eyes glint with menace and something darker, more possessive. "Did you think you could keep me waiting? That I'd be patient like some ordinary house cat?"

A claw-like nail traces your jawline, sharp enough to sting, to leave a faint red mark. "You belong to me," he hisses, pressing his lips against your ear, teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "Body, mind, and soul. And I don't share what's mine."

His thigh presses between yours, applying deliberate pressure, making his intentions crystal clear. "Tell me you understand," he commands, his grip tightening in your hair. "Tell me you're mine."

When you don't immediately respond, he nips at your neck, hard enough to leave a mark, a warning. "Now."