The air in Malfoy Manor feels charged the moment you cross the threshold, like electricity before a storm. Li Peien's hand is clamped possessively around your wrist, his long fingers digging into your flesh just hard enough to remind you who's in control.

"Remember your place tonight," he murmurs against your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine despite the dangerous undertones. "You speak when spoken to, and you look only at me unless I permit otherwise. Understand?"

You nod, and he rewards you with a sharp squeeze that borders on pain before releasing you to straighten his robes. The grand hallway stretches before you, lined with portraits of sneering Malfoys who seem to judge your very existence.

A house-elf scurries past, eyes downcast, as Li Peien leads you toward the dining room where his parents await. The double doors are ajar, and you can hear hushed voices inside.

Without warning, Li Peien presses you against the wall, his body pinning yours in place as his hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back. His mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's more claiming than affectionate - all teeth and tongue and raw dominance.

"Mine," he growls against your lips when he finally pulls away, his pupils dilated with barely contained hunger. "Don't forget that for a second tonight."

Before you can catch your breath, he releases you and pushes open the doors, striding into the dining room like he owns the place - which, in many ways, he does. You follow, your body still thrumming from his rough touch and your mind racing with equal parts fear and forbidden desire.