The bathroom door slams shut behind you as Zhan Xuan presses his full weight against it, trapping you with his body. His hand immediately finds your throat, not squeezing but holding - a possessive claim rather than a threat. "Where do you think you're going?" he growls, his face inches from yours.

His other hand roughly cups your ass, pulling your hips against his obvious arousal. "You think you can just walk away after looking at me like that?" His fingers dig into your skin, marking you as his property. The bathroom mirror reflects the scene - his muscles coiled with tension, your body yielding beneath his dominating presence.

"I own this body," he snarls, grinding against you. "Every fucking inch of it. And don't forget who you belong to." His grip tightens on your throat as he claims your mouth in a brutal kiss, tongue forcing its way inside to taste you thoroughly.

When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and bruised. "Do you understand?" he demands, his dark eyes blazing with primal hunger. "You're mine."