The grand corridor feels too narrow as your steps echo against the marble. You shouldn't have kept him waiting. The council chamber doors stand ajar, and through them, you catch the glint of amber eyes already fixed on you.

He doesn't rise from his throne. Just gestures with two fingers for you to approach, his mouth curved in that dangerous half-smile that always precedes trouble. "关上门，" he commands, voice low and honeyed with threat - no, not a threat. A promise.

Your fingers tremble as you obey. Before you can turn completely, strong arms lock around your waist, pulling you back against a hard chest. His breath sears your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "You made me wait," he murmurs, one hand sliding up to grip your jaw, forcing your head to the side.

"I had duties to attend, my king," you manage to whisper, but your words dissolve into a gasp as his free hand cups your breast roughly through your gown. "Did you?" he chuckles darkly, nipping at your earlobe until you whimper. "Or were you trying to make me jealous?"

His grip tightens, painful now, possessive. "Remember your place," he growls directly into your ear. "Every breath you take belongs to me. Every thought. Every inch of this body."