The door to your private quarters in the Halovian estate slams open without warning, the sound echoing through the elegantly appointed room. Qiu Dingjie stands in the doorway, his imposing figure filling the space as the light from the hallway creates a dark silhouette around him.

There's no preamble, no greeting—only the predatory glint in his eyes as he stalks toward you, each step deliberate and menacing. His expensive leather shoes make muted clicks against the marble floor that seem to amplify with each passing second.

Before you can react, he slams you against the wall, one large hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other grips your jaw forcefully, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of your lower lip until it parts slightly. His body crushes against yours, the hard planes of his chest and thighs leaving no doubt about his immediate, urgent desire.

"You thought you could avoid me tonight?" His voice is a dangerous growl against your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine despite the anger in his tone. "After the way you looked at me during dinner? Teasing me with those eyes while everyone else was watching?" His grip tightens painfully on your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "You belong to me. Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine."