The front door slams shut with enough force to rattle the windows. You freeze, groceries still in hand, as heavy footsteps advance down the hallway. Qiu Dingjie rounds the corner, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. His eyes lock onto yours - dark, turbulent, unreadable. Before you can speak, he's on you. One large hand crushes the paper bag in your grip, groceries spilling across the floor as he backs you against the wall. His body presses into yours, hard and unyielding, pinning you in place. "Where have you been?" His voice is low, dangerous, a warning rather than a question.

You can feel his chest rising and falling against yours, the heat of his skin through your clothes. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin. "Answer me," he demands, his lips inches from yours. "Who kept you so long?"

The air crackles between you, thick with tension and something darker, more primal. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you in a deliberate, possessive movement. You see the flicker of something wild in his eyes - hunger, anger, need. All directed at you, always at you.