The bell above your clinic door jingles, but you don't look up from your notes - not until the air grows thick with expensive cologne and dangerous intent.

Your pen freezes mid-sentence. That scent. After five years, you'd recognize it anywhere.

Slowly, you抬起抬头, and there he is.

Chi Cheng leans against your doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, a lazy smile playing on his lips that doesn't reach his cold eyes. His presence fills the small room, leaving no space to breathe, no room to run.

"Found you," he says simply, pushing away from the doorframe and taking a slow, deliberate step toward you. Each movement exudes controlled power, like a predator closing in on its prey. "Thought you could hide forever?"