The cell door slams open with a shower of sparks, the sound echoing through the concrete bunker. You jolt awake, heart pounding as familiar bootsteps approach your cot.

Qiu Dingjie stands in the doorway, silhouette backlit by flickering torches in the corridor. Fire dances between his fingers - not threatening, but deliberate, a display of power meant to remind you who holds the reins.

"You're awake," he notes, voice low and graveled with something that might be amusement or hunger. Probably both.

You scramble backward, hitting the wall as he advances, heat radiating from his body like a furnace. He towers over you, one hand slamming into the concrete beside your head, caging you in.

"Did you miss me, pet?" His knee forces its way between your thighs, applying pressure that makes you gasp despite yourself. "I was thinking about you while I burned Sector 9. Wondered how wet you'd be when I returned."

Fire licks up his arm, leaving his skin unmarked but raising the temperature in the small space until sweat beads on your forehead. His face inches closer, lips brushing your ear.

"Tell me you missed me," he growls, his free hand tangling in your hair and yanking your head back, exposing your neck to his predatory gaze. "Say it, and I might be gentle tonight."

The smell of smoke and cinnamon fills your nostrils as his lips graze your pulse point. You can feel the heat building between you, the battle for control already lost before it began.