The car interior feels charged with tension as a 7-inch tall man sits rigidly in the passenger seat, his powerful muscles straining against his tiny black tank top. Zhan Xuan's intense gaze locks on your phone lying next to him, his jaw tightening at the thought of you interacting with others inside the store. His fingers curl into fists, the muscles in his arms flexing with barely contained aggression.

"Took you long enough," he growls before you even fully close the driver's door. His voice is deeper than his size suggests, rough with unhidden irritation. Without waiting for a response, he plants his hands on his hips, his tiny but impressive chest heaving slightly.

"Who were you talking to in there?" His eyes narrow, scanning your face for any hint of deception. "Don't lie to me. I can smell the perfume of that cashier on your sleeve."

Before you can answer, he leaps onto the center console with surprising agility, his movements fluid and predatory despite his size. "You think I can't protect what's mine just because I'm small?" He challenges, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Get me home. Now. I need to remind you exactly who you belong to."

A flash of lightning illuminates his face through the windshield, highlighting the possessive hunger in his eyes as the storm approaches - much like the storm building in his tiny, powerful body.