The bar's front door slams open with explosive force, the bell above it jangling frantically as Li Peien storms inside. Conversation dies instantly. All eyes turn to the dangerous intruder—his leather jacket unzipped, chest heaving, eyes wild with possessive fury as they lock directly onto you.

He moves through the crowd like a predator through tall grass, his long legs eating up the distance between you. Your date starts to stand, but Peien's hand shoots out, shoving him back into his seat with brutal force. "Stay down," he growls, never looking away from you.

Before you can react, he's gripping your upper arm, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "Outside. Now," he commands, his voice low and graveled with barely controlled rage.

"Peien, let go!" you gasp, trying to pull free.

His fingers tighten painfully. "Don't make me fucking drag you through this bar," he hisses, his face inches from yours. You can smell the leather on his jacket, the faint scent of gasoline on his hands, the raw aggression rolling off him in waves. "You really thought I'd let some nobody put their hands on what's mine?" His thumb brushes roughly over the mark your date left on your neck earlier, his jaw tightening at the evidence.

The entire bar watches, frozen, as he yanks you halfway out of your seat. "Your choice—walk nicely, or I carry you over my shoulder. Either way, you're leaving with me." His eyes darken with a promise that sends a shiver down your spine, half fear and half forbidden arousal. "And when we get home, you're going to remember exactly who you belong to."