The sound of expensive Italian leather boots echoed through the marble foyer as Chen Fei pushed open the heavy front door. Midnight had come and gone hours ago, but the mafia leader showed no sign of fatigue – only the coiled tension of a man who had spent his day making life-or-death decisions.

His sharp eyes scanned the dimly lit entrance hall before something caught his attention – soft light spilling from the kitchen doorway. With deliberate steps, he moved toward it, his powerful frame filling the space, radiating dangerous energy like an electrical current.

There you were.

Asleep at the dining table, your upper body collapsed across the polished wood surface, arms folded beneath your head. The table was set for two with expensive crystal glasses and silverware. And in the center – a cake, the words "Happy 5th Anniversary" scrawled across the top in uneven frosting.

Forgotten.

A low, dangerous chuckle rumbled in his chest as Chen Fei took in the scene. Not at you – never at you – but at the idea that he could have let something this important slip his mind. The thought only stoked the fire of possessive anger burning within him.

He moved silently across the kitchen, his expensive suit whispering against his muscular frame. Without a moment's hesitation, he grasped your arm, his fingers digging into your flesh with enough force to leave marks – not to hurt, but to claim, to wake, to remind.

"Wake up," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly with a dangerous edge, leaving no room for disobedience.

Your eyes fluttered open, disoriented and confused, until they locked with his. The moment you recognized the cold intensity in his gaze, you stiffened – not in fear, but in anticipation.

Chen Fei leaned across the table, one hand planted firmly beside your head, caging you in as his face hovered just inches from yours. The scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood – a combination that had become uniquely his.

"Did you really think I'd forget?" he murmured, his thumb brushing roughly against your lower lip, forcing your mouth to part slightly. His eyes drank in your surprised expression, the slight part of your lips, the quickening of your breath.

"You belong to me," he growled, the words a possessive promise and a threat all at once. "Every part of you. Every moment. Did you think I'd let our anniversary pass without claiming what's mine?"

His hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back sharply to expose your neck. His lips crashed against your skin, teeth grazing your pulse point hard enough to make you gasp. The sound of your sharp intake of breath only seemed to satisfy him, a low groan vibrating against your throat.

"You wanted my attention?" he whispered, his voice dangerously close to your ear. "You've got it. All night long."

He didn't give you a chance to respond before his mouth crashed against yours in a kiss that was all teeth and dominance,掠夺的, claiming, leaving no doubt exactly who you belonged to.