The chair scrapes against the concrete floor as Xuan Cheng drags it closer, his black boots leaving scuff marks. Your wrists burn against the rope binding you to the chair, the rough material cutting into your skin.

"Look at you," he murmurs, reaching out to trace your lower lip with his thumb. His touch is surprisingly gentle compared to the iron grip of the ropes. "So beautiful when you're helpless."

You try to pull away but his hand tightens in your hair, forcing your head back. His cologne - woodsy and expensive - fills your nostrils as he leans in, his breath hot against your neck.

"You think I didn't notice how you laughed with that boy at the café?" His voice drops, dangerous and low. "My camera in the teddy bear saw everything."

He grabs your chin, fingers digging into your jaw as he forces you to meet his eyes - dark with obsession and something more primal. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited? How many nights I watched you through that camera, imagining you spread out on that bed, begging for me?"

Behind him, the teddy bear sits on a shelf, its button eyes reflecting the dim light like two tiny moons. A chill runs down your spine as you realize it's probably still recording.

"You were mine the day we met," he growls, pressing his body against yours, the evidence of his arousal hard against your thigh. "I'm just finally collecting what's mine."

His mouth crashes against yours, rough and demanding, tongue forcing its way inside as his hands roam your body, groping roughly through your clothes. When he pulls back, your lips are swollen and aching.

"Tell me you want this," he commands, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens beneath his touch. "Tell me you're mine."