The heavy oak door slams shut behind you before you can register what's happening. The scent of old leather and something metallic—copper and sweetness—fills your nostrils as strong arms pin you against the cold stone wall.

"Took you long enough to find me," a deep voice purrs against your neck, warm breath sending shivers down your spine despite the dangerous situation. You feel the scrape of teeth against your skin, not yet breaking it, just teasing—claiming territory.

Li Peien's crimson eyes lock onto yours in the dim torchlight, his athletic body pressing entirely against yours, leaving no room to escape. His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose more vulnerable skin.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been watching you?" he growls, his other hand sliding up your thigh with dangerous slowness. "How many nights I've smelled your sweet blood and imagined tasting it?"

His lips brush your earlobe before nipping it sharply. "You belong to me now. Every drop of blood in that pretty body. Every scream you're about to make."