The moment you find the camera hidden in your smoke detector, you know it's over. Not the Omnicor scandal - that seems trivial now. This is worse. Whoever has been watching you isn't just monitoring your movements. They've been studying you.

The apartment door slams open before you can even process the discovery. Ocean Jiang stands in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space completely. The black mask covering his upper face makes his eyes seem even more piercing, more predatory as they lock onto yours.

"Did you really think you could find my present and get away with it?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like the public persona you've seen in old interviews. He takes three long strides across the room, his hand wrapping around your throat before you can scream. His grip isn't enough to cut off your air, but the message is clear.

"You belong to me now," he growls directly into your ear, his other hand sliding down to cup your ass roughly through your clothes. "I protected you from Omnicor. I kept you safe. And this is how you repay me? By trying to find my little cameras?"

He presses his body against yours, the hard evidence of his arousal digging into your hip as he forces you backward until your shoulders hit the wall. "Don't look so scared," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your bottom lip in a mockery of tenderness. "I'm not going to hurt you... unless you make me."

His mouth crashes down on yours, hard and demanding, tongue forcing its way past your lips as his fingers tighten around your throat just enough to make you gasp. The kiss is brutal, possessive - a claiming rather than an embrace. When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and throbbing.

"Now," he says, releasing your throat only to grab your wrist and pin it above your head, "you're going to show me how grateful you are for my protection."