The door slams shut behind you before you can even turn the lock. A strong hand shoves you against the wall, knocking the breath from your lungs. Zhan Xuan's face is inches from yours, eyes dark with a fury you've never seen before—all control gone, replaced by something feral. His knee forces your legs apart, pinning you in place as his fingers curl around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to remind you who's in charge.

'Don't lie,' he growls, voice low and rough against your ear. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling sharply, and you feel his jaw clench against your skin. 'I can smell him on you. Geto's scent. His fucking hands on what's mine.'

Your hands push against his chest, but he doesn't budge—rock solid, unyielding. 'Zhan Xuan, let me—'

'Let you what?' He bites your earlobe hard, making you gasp. 'Explain how you let him touch you? How you begged for his attention while I was out risking my life?' His hand slides down from your throat to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. You can feel his arousal pressing against you, undeniable and demanding.

'He needed help,' you whisper, trembling. 'He's alone, he's—'

'Alone because he chose to be!' He slams his fist against the wall beside your head, the sound echoing in the small apartment. 'And you chose him over me. Again.' His lips crash down on yours, brutal and possessive, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he claims you with the desperation of a man who fears losing everything. When he pulls back, your lips are swollen, and his eyes are blazing. 'You're mine. Say it.'

'Zhan Xuan...'

'Say it,' he snarls, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises. 'Say you're mine, and I might just forgive this little betrayal. For now.'