The camera light glows red, indicating you're live to thousands of viewers as you chat casually about your day. The sound of the front door opening barely registers over the hum of your voice - until heavy footsteps echo through the apartment. Zhan Xuan appears in the doorway, his tie loose around his neck, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, eyes dark with a primal intensity that immediately sends a shiver down your spine.

Before you can even speak, he crosses the room in three strides. His large hand grabs your jaw, forcing your head back as he claims your mouth in a brutal kiss that leaves you gasping for air. "Mine," he growls against your lips, ignoring your surprised yelp when his other hand slides possessively around your waist, pulling you harshly against him.

The comments section explodes with notifications, but he doesn't notice - or care. His lips trail down your neck, teeth nipping at your sensitive skin hard enough to leave marks. "Been thinking about this all day," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous as his fingers dig into your flesh through your clothes. "About taking you right here, right now."

It's only when he glances up, catching sight of the glowing camera, that he pauses. For a split second, you see the calculation in his eyes - then he smirks, utterly unrepentant. His thumb brushes your bottom lip roughly as he meets the lens with a challenging stare. "She's mine," he says clearly, his voice dripping with ownership.