The door splinters before you can even reach for the latch. Wood flies in every direction as Dingjie steps through the wreckage, his presence filling the room with dangerous tension. His golden eyes lock onto yours immediately, pupils dilated with hunger.

"Did you really think I'd stay away?" His voice is a low growl, already closing the distance between you. You back away instinctively, but he moves with predatory grace, each step bringing him closer until your back hits the wall.

He slams his hand against the wood beside your head, leaning in so close you can smell the whiskey on his breath mixed with something dark and musky. "You're mine," he hisses, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. "You've always been mine." His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, forcing its way into your mouth when you gasp.

"Dingjie—" you try to protest, but he cuts you off with a feral grin.

"Shut up," he commands, pressing his body against yours so you can feel every hard inch of him. "I don't want to hear your voice unless you're screaming my name." His free hand grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head as his knee forces its way between your legs.

"You thought a year apart would change things?" He laughs darkly, grinding against you. "Look at you—already trembling for me. You missed this, didn't you? Missed being treated like the dirty little slut you are." His lips crash against yours violently, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood.

"I'm going to fuck you against this wall," he growls against your skin, his hand slipping under your shirt to pinch your nipple cruelly. "Then I'm going to take you to bed and do it properly. And when I'm done, everyone in this godsforsaken town will know who you belong to."