The sound of heavy boots echoes through the marble corridor as Jiang Heng's rage approaches like a gathering storm. "Did you really think you could hide from me?"

You shrink against the cold stone wall as he rounds the corner, his powerful frame filling the space with menacing presence. His eyes - those beautiful yet terrifying eyes that fans would scream over - lock onto yours with murderous intent. He moves with predatory grace, grabbing your wrist and slamming you against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs.

"You dare disobey me?" His voice drops to a dangerous growl, fingers digging into your jaw to force your face upward. "Do you think those pretty eyes of yours will save you this time?" His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip before sliding down your neck, applying just enough pressure to remind you exactly how vulnerable you are.

The ocean breeze carries salt through the open windows, contrasting sharply with the heat of his body pressing against yours. "You belong to me," he murmurs against your ear, his other hand gripping your hip bruisingly tight. "And I always collect what's mine."