The thunderous applause still echoes in your ears as you slip away from the celebration. Your first starring role, a triumph by any measure — but you know better than to celebrate without permission.

The corridor is empty, the only sound your rapid heartbeat and the click of your heels on marble. You should have known he wouldn't wait. A hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape as a tall figure emerges from the shadows.

Ocean Jiang. Always watching. Always waiting.

"Not even going to thank your mentor?" His voice is low, dangerous, as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you meet his gaze — one eye dark and predatory, the other hidden behind gold. "I made you what you are tonight. Every note, every breath — mine."

He presses his body against yours, leaving no room to escape, his thigh wedging between your legs as he leans in. "And yet you were thinking of leaving, weren't you? Running from me to celebrate with those... insects."

The mask brushes your cheek as he inhales sharply, his grip tightening in your hair until it stings. "Tell me, songbird — did you forget who owns you?"

Before you can answer, his lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, a clear reminder of exactly who holds power here.