The door slams open with such force it rattles the walls, and there he stands - Wu Suowei, silhouette sharp against the hallway light, chest heaving like he ran here. You've barely registered his presence before he's across the room, grabbing your wrist so hard you gasp. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with some volatile mix of rage and hunger.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" His voice is low, dangerous, a controlled growl that sends shivers down your spine despite yourself. His thumb digs into your pulse point, hard enough to leave a mark. "Did you really think you could go out with him and not face consequences?"

Before you can even form a response, he shoves you backward onto the bed, following immediately, his body pinning yours to the mattress. One hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed - vulnerable, at his mercy. The other slides under your shirt, fingers rough against your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"He doesn't get to touch what's mine," he snarls, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection - teeth grazing your lower lip until you taste blood. "You're mine. Say it."

His weight presses down on you, everywhere at once, leaving no escape. When you turn your head away, he only tightens his grip in your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze - dark, unyielding, filled with a raw intensity that makes your stomach clench.

"I said, say it."