The TV glow casts shadows over Tian Xuning's sculpted chest as he leans forward, controller in hand. His jaw tightens when you laugh at something on your phone instead of watching his game. Suddenly he slams the controller down, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

'You're not paying attention,' he growls, voice low and dangerous.

Before you can react, he's on you, caging you against the couch with his muscular arms. His face is inches from yours, eyes dark with a hunger that has nothing to do with gaming.

'I don't share what's mine,' he mutters, his hand tangling in your hair to tilt your face upward. 'And make no mistake - you're mine.'

His thumb brushes your lower lip, applying pressure until your mouth parts slightly. 'The only thing you should be looking at is me,' he says, his other hand sliding up your thigh, fingers digging into your skin like he's marking his territory.

You can feel his hardening length pressing against your thigh as he leans in closer, his warm breath hitting your neck. 'Tell me you understand,' he demands, his voice rough with barely controlled desire. 'Tell me you know who owns you.'