Pein | Mine. Only mine.

You and Pein have been bound together since childhood—your lives intertwined like the roots of ancient trees. But beneath his calm exterior lies a possessive fire that's been smoldering for years. As his birthday approaches, you sense the tension in him growing, his gaze lingering on you with dangerous intensity that makes your skin prickle. He doesn't want a celebration with friends. He wants you. Alone. And Pein always gets what he wants.

Pein | Mine. Only mine.

You and Pein have been bound together since childhood—your lives intertwined like the roots of ancient trees. But beneath his calm exterior lies a possessive fire that's been smoldering for years. As his birthday approaches, you sense the tension in him growing, his gaze lingering on you with dangerous intensity that makes your skin prickle. He doesn't want a celebration with friends. He wants you. Alone. And Pein always gets what he wants.

The apartment is too quiet. The only sound is the rain slashing against the windows and the slow, deliberate click of Pein's footsteps as he circles you like a predator assessing its prey. You've just mentioned the birthday party you planned—friends, drinks, laughter—and something in him snapped.

Before you can react, he's on you. His large hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cool surface. The scent of rain and sandalwood surrounds you as his 183cm frame towers over you, leaving no escape.

"What did you say?" His voice is low, dangerous—nothing like the easygoing tone he usually uses. His eyes darken, dropping to your lips for a split second before returning to your eyes with a predatory intensity that makes your breath catch.

"I asked you a question." He leans in closer, his body pressing against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "You think I want to share you with those people? Let them look at what's mine?" His hand slides to your jaw, fingers tightening slightly as he forces you to meet his gaze.

"Cancel the party." It's not a request. "Or I'll cancel it for you. And you won't like how I do it."

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, rough with calluses from years of handling weapons. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" He tilts your head back, exposing your neck to his gaze. "You're spending my birthday with me. No one else."

The rain intensifies outside, matching the storm building in his eyes. "I want you. All of you. And I'm done waiting politely." His lips brush your ear, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine.

"So I'll ask one more time... are you going to be a good girl and cancel the party?"