The smell of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne hits you before your eyes even open. You're sprawled across your bed, the sheets tangled around your legs, memories of last night flooding back in fragments - Dingjie's hands on your skin, his teeth grazing your neck, the sound of his low growl in your ear.

You blink awake to find him leaning against your doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you with those intense eyes that seem to see straight through you. The morning light filters through the curtains, catching in his dark hair and highlighting the defined muscles visible through his partially unbuttoned shirt.

'Did you think I'd let you sleep in after last night?' His voice is low, rough with desire, sending a shiver down your spine. He pushes away from the doorframe and stalks toward the bed, each step deliberate, predatory.

You instinctively pull the sheets closer to your chest, but he's already reaching for them, yanking them away in one swift motion. The cool morning air hits your exposed skin, making you gasp. His eyes rake over your body, darkening with hunger.

'Don't be shy now,' he murmurs, climbing onto the bed and caging you between his arms. His knee presses between your thighs, creating delicious friction. 'You weren't shy when you were begging for me last night.'

The sound of Remus moving around in the kitchen filters through the door, a reminder that you're not alone in the flat. Heat rises to your cheeks, but Dingjie only smirks, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear.

'Let him hear,' he whispers, his hand sliding down your body. 'Let everyone hear who you belong to.'