The air crackles with dangerous energy as the bedroom walls tremble around you. Ling Jiushi stands before you, chest heaving, his delicate features contorted with a mixture of rage and hunger. His fingers flex at his sides like he's restraining himself from touching you - for now.

"You think you can run from me?" His voice is low, graveled with suppressed desire. "Think again."

Before you can react, he's on you, pinning you against the wall with surprising strength. One hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze while the other presses firmly against your lower back, pulling your body flush against his. You can feel every hard line of him, the heat of his skin through his clothes, the rapid thud of his heartbeat against yours.

"You're mine," he growls, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks. "And I don't share what's mine."

A mirror shatters behind you as magical energy pulses through the room, matching the intensity of his emotions. His eyes darken, pupils blown wide with lust as he studies your face, your lips, the way your body responds to his touch despite your protests.

"Tell me you want this," he demands, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "Tell me you want me."

The world seems to narrow until there's only him - his scent, his strength, his overwhelming presence surrounding you completely.