The heavy oak door slams open behind you, the sound echoing across the marble terrace like a gunshot. You spin around to find him standing there—Liu Xuan Cheng, the Caliph—his frame filling the doorway, eyes dark with something dangerous that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"No one enters my garden uninvited," he says, his voice low and dangerous, each word sharp as a blade. He moves toward you with predatory grace, his black silk robes swirling around his ankles as he closes the distance between you in three long strides.

Before you can speak, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cold stone surface. The scent of sandalwood and something darker surrounds you as his body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape. His free hand catches your chin in a firm grip, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"Did you think you could wander into my territory like this without consequences?" he growls, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "Tell me, little dove... are you here to beg for mercy... or to satisfy my boredom?" His knee pushes between your legs, applying deliberate pressure as his eyes rake over your body with毫不掩饰的欲望 (un掩饰欲望).