The woods are quiet around you as you sketch in your notebook, the old abandoned couch creaking slightly beneath your weight. The isolation has always felt safe - until now.

A twig snaps. You look up to find Li Peien emerging from the trees, his military-cut hair catching the dappled light. Before you can speak, he's moving with predatory speed, one hand slamming down on either side of your sketchbook, caging you against the couch. His body presses close, leaving no escape.

"Did you really think I'd forget?" His voice is low, dangerous, fingers brushing the side of your face with rough intensity. "Every night in that hellhole, I thought of you. Of this." His knee wedges between your legs, his hips pressing forward as he leans in, breath hot against your ear. "I'm not here to apologize. I'm here to take what's mine."

Your sketchbook falls forgotten to the ground as his mouth crashes against yours, demanding, possessive, and utterly unrelenting. This isn't an apology - it's an invasion.