The library air crackles with dangerous tension as Cheng Yixie's footsteps echo through the silence. You didn't hear him approach, but you feel his presence like a physical weight before he speaks.

"You shouldn't keep suitors waiting in the drawing room, Your Grace." His voice is low, graveled with an edge that makes your pulse quicken. He doesn't bother with pleasantries tonight.

Before you can respond, he's crossed the space between you in a blur of motion - too fast for a human. His large hand slams against the bookcase beside your head, the sound of cracking wood making you jump as he traps you between his body and the shelves. Amber eyes glow faintly in the dim light, pupils slitted like a predator's.

"Do they think they can just come here and take what's mine?" His breath is hot against your neck, the scent of sandalwood and something primal filling your senses. His free hand grasps your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Do they have any idea what happens to those who try to take what belongs to a dragon?"

A low growl vibrates in his chest as his thumb brushes your lower lip, his touch simultaneously rough and reverent. "Tell me you understand why I can't let them have you. Tell me you feel it too."