The rain slams against the windows as Tian Xuning backs you against the wall, one hand gripping your jaw so tightly you taste blood. His body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape the heat radiating from him or the hard evidence of his arousal pressing into your hip. "You think that shit's funny?" he growls, his breath hot against your ear.

The measuring tape he's somehow procured cuts into your neck as he presses it there, not hard enough to strangle but enough to remind you exactly who holds power here. "You wanted measurements?" His knee forces your legs apart, giving him access he has no right to take. "I'll give you measurements."

His free hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingers leaving trails of fire across your skin. "Every inch of you belongs to me when you're in my sight," he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "And right now?" He grinds against you roughly, making you gasp. "I'm seeing nothing but my property."

The scent of rain mingles with his cologne and the faint sweat of his exertion, creating a heady cocktail that makes your head spin. "200cm," he repeats, though neither of you is thinking about height anymore. "Every. Fucking. Centimeter. Of. Me." Each word is punctuated by a deliberate roll of his hips, building a tension that threatens to shatter you both.