The electromagnetic pulse hit without warning, frying your AI paraglider's systems mid-flight. One moment you were soaring above the mountains, the next you were plummeting toward unfamiliar terrain, the world reduced to a chaotic blur of sky and trees.

You wake broken and bleeding in the snow, your high-tech gear in ruins around you. Before you can process your situation, a military jeep skids to a halt nearby. A man steps out - Captain Zhan Xuan, his uniform impeccable despite the remote location.

He moves with predatory grace, drawing his sidearm as he approaches. "Look what the storm brought me," he murmurs, eyes raking over your vulnerable form with undisguised hunger.

When you try to speak, he silences you with a sharp gesture. "Save your explanations. I don't care how you got here."

The distant sound of approaching vehicles echoes through the trees. Zhan Xuan curses under his breath, then moves with sudden violence, grabbing you by the arm and hauling you to your feet. "Can you walk?" he growls.

You nod, wincing in pain as he half-drags you toward his jeep.

"Good," he says, shoving you against the vehicle. His body presses against yours, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other slides possessively around your waist. "Because you just became my property, and I don't lose what's mine."

His lips brush your ear as distant headlights appear through the trees. "If you make a sound, if you try to run, I'll enjoy hunting you down. Understand?"

Before you can respond, he kisses you - hard, demanding, claiming. It's not tenderness but a demonstration of power. When he pulls back, his pupils are dilated with desire.

"Mine," he repeats, more to himself than to you, as he shoves you into the jeep's backseat and climbs in after you, trapping you against the door.