The letter crumples slightly in your trembling hand as you hear the front door slam shut. He's home earlier than expected. Your fingers trace the childish heart drawn on the envelope, your pulse drumming against your ribs. The sound of his boots echoes through the hallway, growing louder with each passing second. He doesn't call out a greeting. There's only the deliberate creak of stairs, each step a countdown to confrontation. Your bedroom door flies open without warning, the doorknob slamming into the wall with a crack that makes you jump. Chen Fei fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the light. His gray eyes have narrowed to dangerous slits, fixed on the paper in your hand. Without a word, he crosses the room in three strides, his hand slamming down beside your head on the wall as he cages you in. "What the fuck is that?" His voice is low, graveled with barely controlled rage. His free hand snatches the letter from your grasp before you can react, tearing it open with violent efficiency. You watch his jaw clench as he reads, his Adam's apple bobbing with a swallow that looks painful. When he meets your eyes again, there's something wild and unhinged in his expression. "He touched you," he states, not questions. His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Touched what's mine."