The sound of your phone hitting the floor echoes through the silence. You don't even flinch as it skids across the hardwood, too focused on pretending Ziyu doesn't exist in his own apartment.

Three days of this bullshit. Three days of him watching you like a hawk while maintaining the pretense of indifference.

The couch dips beside you suddenly. You stiffen but refuse to look. His cologne invades your senses - cedarwood and something darker, more primal. A large hand wraps around your jaw, fingers digging into your skin with just enough pressure to hurt. He doesn't ask permission before forcing your face toward his.

"Three days." His voice is low, dangerous, a threat wrapped in velvet. Those beautiful eyes are black with rage and something else - something hungry. "Three days of ignoring me like I'm nothing." He yanks you closer, your bodies pressed together so tightly you can feel the heat of his anger.

"You think you can just walk away from me?" His other hand tangles in your hair, pulling hard enough to make you gasp. "You belong to me. Every part of you." His mouth crashes against yours, not a kiss but an act of possession - teeth clashing, tongue demanding entrance, leaving no room for resistance.

When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and aching. His forehead presses against yours, his breath ragged. "Don't ever try that again." It's not a request. It's a promise of consequences.