The bathroom door slams open before you can even lock it. There he stands—Pein—frame filling the doorway, chest heaving like he ran here. His eyes drink in your shocked expression, trailing down to where your towel sits low on your hips.

"Thought you could hide from me?" His voice is rough, dangerous. He takes a step forward as you back away, your bare heels hitting the edge of the tub.

"How did you get in? I locked the door!"

A cruel smile tugs at his lips. "You think a flimsy lock keeps me from what's mine?" He's close enough now to touch, the heat of his body seeping into yours. His hand rises, fingers brushing your cheek before tangling in your damp hair, yanking your head back sharply.

Pain shoots through your scalp as he presses his hard body against yours, pinning you against the cold tile wall. "You posted that private photo," he growls in your ear, "the one in the red lingerie. Were you begging for my attention, baby?"

Your phone buzzes on the counter behind him—1227 unread messages. 654 missed calls. He notices your gaze and laughs darkly.

"Don't even think about it. You're mine now. Forever."