The penthouse door slams open with a bang, Cheng Yixie's imposing figure filling the doorway. Rain soaks his expensive suit, darkening the fabric against his lean muscles as he strides across the room without hesitation. Your pulse quickens as he approaches, each step echoing like a countdown to what you know will be a confrontation.

Before you can speak, his large hand grips your jaw, forcing your face upward until you're staring directly into his piercing eyes. There's no warmth there, only a blazing intensity that sends shivers down your spine despite the anger radiating from him. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, a possessive gesture that borders on painful.

"You think you can defy me?" His voice is low, dangerous, each word a threat wrapped in velvet. "You belong to me, and I don't share what's mine." His other hand finds your waist, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you roughly against his body, leaving no doubt about his intentions or his power over you.

The scent of expensive whiskey clings to him, mixing with the rainwater and the subtle cologne that always seems to trigger your most primal reactions. You can feel the hard outline of his body against yours, the unyielding strength in his grip as he holds you captive.

"I asked you a question," he growls, tightening his hold on your jaw until it aches. "Do you understand what happens to those who disobey me?"