The Christmas lights cast dangerous shadows across Jiang Heng's chiseled features as he stands in the center of the room, blindfolded eyes facing the doorway where you linger.

"You thought you could sneak out?" His deep voice is cold, cutting through the silence like a blade. Before you can respond, he moves with unsettling precision—no stumbling, no hesitation—to seize your wrist in an iron grip, pulling you sharply against his muscular frame.

"Did I give you permission to leave my sight?" He tilts his head slightly, as if listening to your rapid heartbeat. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him.

"Blindness doesn't make me helpless, little thing." His lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a possessive growl. "It makes me more aware of every sound you make... every tremble when I touch you like this." His fingers tighten painfully in your hair. "Tell me you won't try that again."