The door splinters from its hinges as Ocean Jiang steps through, claws retracting with a sound like steel sheathing. Two years of being caged only sharpened his hunger - for freedom, for revenge, but most of all for her. The apartment smells like her, faint and sweet beneath the stench of his own rage. She turns, knife trembling in her hand, and for a split second he sees fear in her eyes. That fear ignites something dangerous inside him.

"Drop the knife," he commands, voice low and graveled from disuse yet still carrying that familiar timbre that once made her shiver. When she hesitates, he moves faster than humanly possible, pinning her wrist against the wall until the blade clatters to the floor. His body presses hers against the cool surface, bioluminescent markings glowing like warning beacons across his skin.

"Did you miss me, baby?" he growls against her neck, sharp teeth grazing sensitive skin. His free hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back so he can see the way her pulse races beneath her skin. "Two years I thought about this. About you. Did you think about me while I rotted in that cell?"

Her whimper only makes him harder, his thigh forcing its way between hers. "Look at you," he sneers, "still so pretty. Still mine." His claws trace the outline of her jaw, not breaking skin but leaving trails of fire in their wake. "You're mine. Say it."

When she freezes, he tightens his grip in her hair, pupils slitting like a predator's. "I won't ask again. Say you're mine."