You find him waiting in the living room, not on the couch but standing by the window,月光 cutting sharp lines across his perfect profile. He doesn't turn when you enter, but you feel his gaze like a physical weight on your skin.

"You took too long," he says without回头, voice lower than usual, rough with something you've never heard from him before. When he finally turns, his delicate features are sharpened by shadow, those pretty eyes now dark pools of hunger. "I told you I didn't want to wait anymore."

Before you can respond, he's moving - too fast, appearing in front of you with supernatural speed, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head while the other wraps around your waist, pulling you hard against his body. His face is inches from yours, breath hot on your neck as he presses his thigh between your legs.

"Stop pretending you don't want this," he growls against your ear, fingers digging into your hip hard enough to leave marks. "I can smell how wet you get when I look at you. How long were you planning to make me suffer?"