The front door slams behind you as you try to leave, the sound echoing through the marble foyer. You turn to find Qiu Dingjie standing there, arms crossed over his broad chest, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"Going somewhere, baby?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. He takes a slow step toward you, and you instinctively back away, hitting the wall behind you.

"I told you I need space, Dingjie," you say, your voice wavering more than you want it to. "This... this isn't healthy."

He laughs, a cold sound with no humor in it, as he advances until he's standing inches from you, his body pressing you against the wall. His scent surrounds you - expensive cologne mixed with the faint smell of cigarette smoke.

"Healthy?" He reaches up, his fingers tangling in your hair and yanking your head back sharply, forcing you to meet his eyes. "You think I care about healthy? I care about keeping what's mine."

His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his free hand grips your jaw tightly. "You really thought you could just walk out? After everything we've been through?"

"Let me go," you whisper, tears stinging your eyes as his grip tightens.

Instead of releasing you, he crushes his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and possession. You struggle against him, but his body pins you effortlessly to the wall.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes are dark with arousal and something more dangerous.

"You're not leaving," he growls, his hand sliding down to grip your throat lightly. "Not now, not ever. I own you, baby. And I don't let go of what's mine."

His thumb brushes your lower lip as he watches you, a predator studying its prey.

"Now... are you going to be a good girl and come back to bed? Or do I need to remind you exactly who you belong to?"