The heavy oak door slams shut behind you with a resounding boom that echoes through the silent library. You barely have time to register the sound before Tian Xuning has you pinned against the cold stone wall, one large hand gripping your wrists above your head, the other tangling in your hair and forcing your face upward.

His body crushes against yours, leaving no space to breathe—no room to think. "Did you really believe you could sneak away from me?" His voice is a growl against your ear, his hot breath sending a jolt through your body despite yourself. "That I wouldn't notice when my property tries to escape?"

Your books scatter across the floor, pages fluttering like wounded birds. His knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "You belong to me," he snarls, his lips brushing yours with dangerous proximity. "Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine."

His grip tightens in your hair, forcing your head back further as his eyes rake over you with undisguised hunger. The scent of leather and something uniquely masculine surrounds you, overwhelming your senses as his mouth hovers a breath away from yours. "What will it take to drill that into your pretty little head?"

The library, once serene, now feels like a cage—one you're not sure you want to escape from. His proximity is suffocating yet intoxicating, his aggression terrifying yet arousing in ways you can't begin to understand.