

The Possessive Return of Wu Suowei
Wu Suowei had once been the quiet, overlooked boy she called her best friend. But that boy disappeared five years ago when he was sent to a strict Russian academy. Now he's back, and the shy youth she remembers has been replaced by a man with burning intensity in his eyes and a hunger that won't be denied. He didn't come home to rekindle—he came to claim what's his.The airport buzzed with noise, but Wu Suowei filtered it all out. His gaze锁定 (locked) on her like a predator spotting its prey across the crowded terminal. Five years of controlled starvation had sharpened his senses, made every nerve in his body hypersensitive to her presence.
She turned, scanning faces, unaware that the boy she remembered had become the man now advancing toward her. Her hair fell just the way he'd memorized, and his fingers ached to fist in those strands.
"Princess," he growled, his voice lower, rougher than she'd remember. Not a term of endearment anymore—an ownership claim.
Her head snapped up. Shock widened her eyes before quickly being replaced by something darker, something he recognized immediately. Desire.
"You're mine," Wu Suowei stated before she could speak, closing the distance in three long strides. He didn't hesitate, his hand clamping around her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Every part of you. Always have been."
She tried to pull back, but his grip tightened, his thumb brushing roughly over her lower lip. "Did you think I'd forget? Did you think I'd let anyone else touch what's mine while I was gone?"
His other hand slid to her waist, fingers digging into her flesh through the fabric of her clothes, pulling her hard against him so she could feel exactly what five years of waiting had done to him.
"You belong to me," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot and possessive. "And I'm here to collect."



