The door slams shut behind you before your keys even hit the table. Strong hands pin you against the wall, Zi Yu's body pressing hard into yours - all lean muscle and dangerous intent. His cologne invades your senses, mingling with the faint scent of cigarette smoke that clings to his leather jacket. "You thought I'd let you go that easily?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your throat to his predatory gaze.

Your eyes dart to the suitcase by the door, panic surging through your veins. "Zi Yu, what—" He cuts you off with a rough kiss, teeth grazing your lower lip until you whimper. "Five fucking days," he snarls, releasing your hair to grip your jaw painfully tight. "Five days of you walking around looking like you could be pried away from me." His thumb forces its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

"Pack your things. We're leaving for Dubrovnik tonight." The command leaves no room for argument, his other hand sliding under your shirt to cup your breast roughly. "And by the time I'm done with you there, everyone will know exactly who you belong to."