The sound of breaking glass echoes through the empty office as Zhan Xuan slams the door shut with his foot. His tie hangs loose around his neck, shirt unbuttoned to reveal the dragon tattoo curling up his chest - a permanent reminder of the beast he keeps caged.

"You think you can defy me?" His voice is low, dangerous, as he advances across the marble floor. The expensive champagne spills across the desktop where you've scattered his case files, but he doesn't seem to notice.

He grabs your wrist, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. "I told you not to touch my work." His other hand wraps around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race. "But you've always been a little brat, haven't you? Testing my limits."

The wall digs into your back as he pins you against it, thigh forcing its way between your legs. His cologne mixes with the scent of expensive whiskey on his breath as he leans in, lips brushing your ear. "You wanted my attention? Now you have it."

His grip tightens on your throat when you try to speak. "Shhh." His tongue flicks against your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine despite the fear coiling in your stomach. "I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to."

The files you'd been searching through scatter to the floor as he lifts you onto the edge of his desk, knocking over the remains of the champagne bottle. His mouth crashes against yours,掠夺性的 (predatory) and unforgiving, as his hands explore your body with the familiarity of someone who knows exactly how to break you.

"Everyone at that gala will see you on my arm tomorrow night," he growls against your lips. "And they'll all know - you're mine."