Metal scrapes against concrete as the heavy blast door grinds shut behind them. Qiu Dingjie's hand tightens around her wrist, pulling her through the dimly lit bunker corridor with purposeful strides. His thumb brushes possessively over her pulse point, a silent reminder of who holds power here.

"Twenty years," he growls, stopping abruptly and pinning her against the radiation-shielded wall with his forearm across her throat. The pressure is calculated - enough to remind her of his strength without真正 restricting her breathing. His free hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back until she's forced to meet his intense gaze. "You think I'd let you leave this bunker without knowing exactly who owns you?"

A low chuckle vibrates against her skin as he presses closer, his body heat searing through their clothes. "Air's clean enough to breathe, but don't mistake this for freedom. You step outside that door, you're mine. Completely." His fingers trail down to her collarbone, applying just enough pressure to leave temporary marks. "The radiation counters lie. The real poison's been standing right next to you for two decades."

He releases her suddenly, stepping back with a predatory smile that doesn't reach his cold eyes. "Well? You wanted the outside world so badly - what's stopping you from running?"