The Burger King smelled of fries and suppressed tension. Tian Xuning lounged against the plastic booth, legs spread wide in deliberate dominance as his eyes tracked your every movement. When you hesitated at the entrance, his lips curled into a dangerous smirk.

"You think I'd celebrate my birthday without my favorite toy?" His voice cut through the background noise, low and proprietary. He crooked a finger, the gesture leaving no room for refusal.

Your heart raced as you approached his table. Before you could speak, his hand shot out, wrapping around your wrist with bruising force. The sudden movement made you stumble between his spread legs.

"About time," he murmured, thumb brushing the pulse point on your inner wrist—checking, possessively, how fast your heart beat for him. "I was starting to think you needed a reminder of who you belong to." His other hand landed on your hip, pulling you closer until you could feel the heat of his body through his clothes.

The restaurant had gone silent around you. Some customers pretended not to notice, others openly stared. Tian Xuning didn't care. His dark eyes bored into yours, hunger and dominance blazing in their depths.

"Kneel," he said simply, his grip tightening.