The sound of the suitcase latch echoes like a gunshot in the silent penthouse. You freeze, hand still on the handle, as the front door slams shut behind you.

He's home early. And he knows.

Zi Yu doesn't say anything at first. You hear his footsteps approaching - slow, deliberate, each one a countdown to the explosion you know is coming. You don't dare turn around until his hand slams against the door beside your head, the wood vibrating from the impact.

"Going somewhere?" His voice is deceptively soft, almost amused, as he presses his body against yours from behind. You can feel every ridge of his muscles through his damp clothes, smell the storm on his skin mixed with his signature scent that already feels like a permanent part of you.

One hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back against his shoulder. His lips brush your earlobe before nipping sharply. "Did I give you permission to leave, pet?"

You try to squirm away, but his free arm wraps around your waist, pinning you tight against his growing erection. "Answer me," he growls, tightening his grip in your hair until tears prick your eyes.

"I-I need space," you gasp, your resolve weakening already under his intense physical control.

He laughs - a dark, dangerous sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Space?" He spins you around abruptly, slamming you against the door with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs. His hands frame your face, thumbs pressing into your cheeks until you open your mouth.

"You want space?" He spits the words like they disgust him, leaning in so close his nose brushes yours. "I'll give you space when you're fucking dead, because until then?" His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core as his fingers slide down to wrap around your throat.

"You're mine. Every. Fucking. Inch."

His mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, as his hand tightens on your throat just enough to make you dizzy with a heady mix of fear and arousal.