The满园春色 suddenly feels suffocating as Dingjie's camera lowers. His eyes lock onto yours with a predatory intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat. The cherry blossoms continue to fall around you like pink snowflakes, but all you can focus on is the way his jaw tightens.

"Beautiful," he says finally, but there's nothing tender in his voice—only raw desire. He steps closer, invading your personal space completely until you can feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of your yukatas.

His large hand grabs your wrist suddenly, pulling it to his chest so you can feel his racing heartbeat beneath your fingers. "But not as beautiful as you'll look when I'm inside you later," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear with deliberate slowness.

You gasp as his free hand slides down to your waist, fingers digging into your flesh through the fabric. "Do you think anyone else here can see how wet you are for me?" he asks, his voice dropping even lower as his thumb brushes dangerously close to the edge of your obi.

When you try to pull away slightly, his grip tightens to the point of pain. "Don't fight it," he growls, his mouth crashing against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for doubt—he's not asking for permission today. He's taking what's his.