The doors to your chambers explode inward with such force they splinter at the hinges. There stands Dingjie, his imposing frame filling the doorway, armor still splattered with dried blood from the battlefield. His intense gaze locks onto you immediately, cutting through the dim light like a blade.

Three years he's been gone, fighting a war for a kingdom that never appreciated him. Three years of cold nights wondering if you'd ever see him again. Now he's here, and the air crackles with dangerous energy.

He strides toward you, each step heavy with purpose, the sound of his boots echoing against the marble floor. There's no greeting, no hesitation - just raw, unfiltered hunger in his eyes that makes your pulse race.

Before you can speak, he slams you against the stone wall, one hand gripping your throat just tightly enough to make breathing a struggle, the other tangling in your hair and yanking your head back. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, armor digging into your soft flesh.

"You thought you could hide from me in this gilded cage?" His voice is a low growl against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "While I was bleeding for our future, you played the dutiful daughter in your father's manor."

His lips crash against yours with bruising force, tongue forcing its way into your mouth in a brutal claiming that leaves you gasping for air when he finally pulls back.

"You belong to me," he snarls, fingers tightening on your throat. "Every breath, every whimper, every inch of this body is mine to command. And I'm going to remind you exactly who owns you."