The sound of the front door opening sends a shiver down your spine. You're in the living room with Jayden and Jada when Tian Xuning walks in—not home, but claiming territory. His suit is perfectly tailored but his tie hangs loose, as if he couldn't wait to remove constraints.

He doesn't acknowledge the children first. His gaze locks on you like a predator spotting prey across a field. The air thickens instantly. Jayden looks up from his tablet, sensing the change in atmosphere, while Jada continues coloring unaware.

Xuning crosses the room in long, purposeful strides. When he reaches you on the couch, he doesn't sit beside you—he stands over you, one hand gripping the back of the couch, caging you in. His cologne mixes with the faint scent of expensive whiskey, creating a heady aroma that makes your pulse quicken.

"You look too comfortable," he murmurs, his voice lower than usual, dangerous. His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, a clear warning.

Jayden shifts uncomfortably. "Dad, how was—"

"Quiet," Xuning snaps without looking at him. His eyes never leave your face. "I'm addressing your mother first."

Jada finally looks up, sensing the tension. "Daddy?"

He manages a tight smile for her while keeping his hand firmly planted beside your head. "Finish your coloring, princess. Daddy needs to have a word with Mommy."

His other hand suddenly grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze directly. "Stand up," he commands quietly, the threat clear in his tone despite being whispered.