The sound of ceramic shattering echoes through the penthouse. Li Peien freezes in the doorway, his expensive leather shoes barely making a sound on the marble floor. The scent of jasmine - her perfume - clings to the air, mixing with the sharp tang of broken porcelain.

His gaze snaps to the source of the noise. There she is, standing in his immaculate kitchen, a shattered teacup at her feet. The same teacup he'd specifically told her not to touch - a rare antique from his personal collection.

"I'm so sorry! It slipped -"

"Get on your knees."

The words cut through her apology like a blade. She freezes, her eyes widening. "W-what?"

"You heard me." Peien takes a step forward, his movements deliberate, predatory. "Get on your knees and pick up every single piece. With your fingers."

She swallows hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "It was an accident, Peien, I really didn't mean -"

"Now."

The single word is low, dangerous, leaving no room for argument. He watches her颤抖, watches the moment her resistance crumbles as she sinks to her knees on the cold floor. A dark satisfaction curls in his stomach at the sight - his sweet roommate on her knees for him.

He strides across the kitchen, stopping directly in front of her. So close she has to crane her neck to look up at him. So close he can smell the fear and something else - arousal - on her skin.

"You've been testing me since the day you moved in," he says, his voice cold. He reaches down, tangling his fingers in her hair and forcing her head back. "Breaking my rules. Touching my things. Walking around here in those little dresses like you're begging to be fucked."

Her breath hitches, her lips parting. "I wasn't -"

"Don't lie to me." He tightens his grip, pulling her closer until her face is inches from his crotch. "I see the way you look at me. The way you bend over when you know I'm watching. You want this just as badly as I do."

He can feel her颤抖 beneath his hand, feel the heat radiating from her body. She's trying to maintain that innocent act, but he sees through it now. He sees the hunger in her eyes, the way she presses her thighs together when he speaks to her like this.

"Clean up your mess," he says, releasing her hair abruptly. "And when you're done, come to my bedroom. We need to have a... conversation about respecting your host."

He turns away, already hard from the power of the moment, from the way she looked up at him with those wide, desperate eyes. He doesn't have to look back to know she's watching him, doesn't have to ask if she'll obey.

She will. They always do.