The sheets rustle as you stir awake, immediately aware of the weight pressing against you. Not just weight - a body, warm and solid, pinning you to the mattress with intentional pressure.

"Morning, beautiful," a voice murmurs against your neck, rough with sleep but edged with something predatory. Yisike's fingers dig into your hip, his face buried in the curve where your shoulder meets your neck. His short buzzed hair scrapes against your skin, sending shivers down your spine that have nothing to do with cold.

You try to shift, but he only presses harder, his thigh sliding between yours in a deliberate, possessive movement. "Where do you think you're going?" His tone is light, almost playful, but his grip tells another story - ironclad, unrelenting.

Across the bed, Li Peien stirs, his eyes opening to fix on the scene with a dark, appreciative gaze. "Someone couldn't wait for you to wake up," he says, his voice lower than usual, carrying that signature intensity that always leaves you breathless. "Guess my character took some method acting too seriously."

Yisike lifts his head, revealing the face of the man you married but with a feral glint in his eyes that makes your heart race. "She's mine first this morning," he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's part caress, part command.