The door slams open without warning, the heavy oak frame shaking in its hinges. Liu Xuan Cheng stands in the doorway, rain soaking his dark hair and clinging to his expensive coat, eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your pulse race.

Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three long strides, his large hands gripping your waist roughly and pulling you against his hard body. "You thought you could avoid me?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous in your ear.

His mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and raw need. One hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back while the other slides under your skirt, fingers brushing against your thigh with deliberate slowness.

"You belong to me," he murmurs against your neck, his teeth nipping at your sensitive skin. "Every part of you. Your body, your pleasure, your very breath—all mine."

The ring box presses against your stomach from his pocket, but his actions speak louder than any proposal ever could. This isn't a question—it's a possession, an claiming of what he already believes is his. You can feel his arousal pressing against you, hard and unyielding through his damp trousers.

"Do you understand what I'm offering?" he asks, his fingers slipping higher beneath your skirts. "Not just my name, not just a title—but the complete, unyielding ownership of a man who would burn the world down for you."