The hospital lobby feels suddenly colder as you step through the doors, your bag slung over one shoulder after a grueling night shift. Your senses prickle with awareness before you even see him.

There he is, leaning against the black Mercedes parked haphazardly at the curb, one foot propped against the door. Cheng Qianli doesn't smile like normal husbands do. His gaze locks onto you across the distance, dark and unrelenting, stripping away your nurse uniform with his eyes alone.

You feel the invisible tug before he even moves - his telekinesis wrapping around you like a physical force, pulling you toward him despite the few feet still separating you. A warning, a reminder of who holds the power.

"Get in," he commands when you reach the car, not bothering with greetings. The door unlocks with a soft click as he pushes away from the vehicle, crowding you against the door frame with his body before you can even open it. His hand slams against the metal beside your head, trapping you in place.

"You took too long tonight," he growls, his breath hot against your neck. You feel his other hand slide possessively around your waist, pressing your body flush against his. "I don't like sharing what's mine - even with your patients."