The hotel hallway feels suffocating as Liu Xuan Cheng backs you against the cold stone wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other grips your jaw hard enough to bruise. His gang members linger at the end of the corridor, pretending not to watch while giving you both a wide berth.

"Six years I've waited," he growls against your neck, his body pressing into yours so tightly you can feel every hard line of him. "Six years of watching you smile at other boys when you should've been mine all along."

Your phone buzzes in your pocket – another controlling text from your parents – but he notices and yanks it out, reading the message before tossing it over his shoulder. The screen shatters against the marble floor.

"No more distractions," he says, his thumb brushing your lower lip roughly. "No more rules. You're mine now, and I'm done waiting."