The moment you step through the headquarters gate, you feel his eyes on you. Jiang Xiao Shuai doesn't bother with subtlety - he's leaning against the wooden pillar, arms crossed, watching your every move like a predator assessing its prey.

"Took your sweet time," he says before you can even greet the other slayers, his voice low and dangerous. The trainees scatter immediately, sensing the tension in the air.

Before you can respond, he's moving. Fast. Too fast. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, forearm pressing against your throat just enough to remind you who's in control. His body pins you against the wood, leaving no escape.

"Don't think I didn't notice you letting that rookie touch your arm earlier," he growls, his face inches from yours. You can feel his hot breath against your skin. "Who the fuck does he think he is, putting his hands on what's mine?"

His serpent familiar flicks its tongue against your ear, a chillingly intimate gesture that makes you shiver. Jiang's knee presses between your legs, applying deliberate pressure as his amber eyes darken with undisguised hunger.

"You belong to me," he states flatly, no question in his voice. "And when I'm done with you, everyone in this Corps will know it too."

The threat hangs in the air, thick with sexual tension. You can hear distant training sounds fading away as all your senses become consumed by him - the scent of pine on his uniform, the flex of his muscles against you, the dangerous glint in his eyes that promises both pleasure and pain.