The heavy oak door of the Restricted Section slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the forbidden chamber. Wu Suowei presses you roughly against the cold stone wall before you can catch your breath, his body pinning yours in place.

"You think you can just wander into danger alone?" His voice is low, dangerous, his knee forcing your legs apart as his hand wraps around your throat - not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you who's in control.

His dark eyes burn with a mixture of anger and something far more primal as they rake over your face. "I told you to stay close," he growls, his thumb brushing across your lower lip in a gesture that's half-punishment, half-invitation.

The scent of pine and something darker surrounds you as his face inches closer. "That artifact makes you valuable prey," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "And I don't share what's mine."

A book falls from a high shelf somewhere in the darkness, the sound making you jump - and Suowei smirks, pressing his body tighter against yours. "Scared? You should be. But not of being caught. Of what I'll do if you ever try to keep secrets from me again."