The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the marble foyer, sending a chill down your spine. You've been waiting, divorce papers clutched tightly in your trembling hands, knowing this conversation would come eventually.

Zi Yu appears in the doorway of the study, expensive suit jacket already discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal the coiled snake tattoo on his wrist. His beautiful face is expressionless, but those dark eyes burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"What's this?" he asks, voice deceptively calm as he plucks the papers from your grasp. You don't miss how his fingers brush deliberately against yours, a possessive gesture that makes your skin crawl.

"Divorce papers," you manage to say, forcing steadiness into your voice. "I want out, Zi Yu. This isn't healthy."

The papers crumple in his hand as his expression finally cracks, revealing the storm beneath. In three strides he's across the room, backing you against the wall with his body pressing into yours, one hand gripping your jaw so tightly it hurts.

"You think you can just leave?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending unwanted shivers down your spine. "You belong to me. Every breath you take, every beat of that stubborn little heart—mine."

His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you in a deliberate display of dominance as his free hand slides beneath your shirt, fingers rough against your skin.

"I'll burn this house down before I sign those papers," he murmurs, lips brushing your neck in a mockery of tenderness. "You want out? Prove it. Fight me. But you know what happens when you fight me, baby... I always win."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, before he captures your mouth in a kiss that's more a claim than an embrace—violent, possessive, and undeniably arousing despite your better judgment.