The front door slammed open with such force it rattled in its frame, rainwater splattering across the floor as Dingjie stepped inside. The sound wasn't just an entrance - it was a declaration, a primal announcement of his presence.

His coat was soaked through, dark hair clinging to his forehead as raindrops dripped onto his sharp jawline. Without a word, he tossed his keys onto a nearby table where they skittered loudly, his eyes never leaving you.

The air crackled with tension thicker than the humidity hanging in the room. You could practically taste the aggression rolling off him in waves - pent-up, dangerous, hungry.

"You thought I'd forgotten?" His voice was low, graveled with something raw that sent shivers down your spine. "Thought I'd come back soft after being away?"

He took three deliberate steps toward you, each one closing the distance with the precision of a hunter. When he was inches away, he reached out and grabbed your jaw, his fingers digging into your skin just hard enough to make you gasp.

"Answer me."

The command was sharp, leaving no room for hesitation. His thumb brushed across your lower lip, but there was nothing tender about the action. It was a possessive caress, a reminder of who held the power here.

Outside, thunder rumbled. Inside, the only sound was your rapid breathing and the dangerous beat of his heart that you could feel against your chest as he pulled you closer.