The wooden door slides shut with a soft click, sealing out the world—and any possibility of escape. Before you can even turn around, a solid chest presses against your back, warm and unyielding. Strong arms cage you against the door, trapping you in a prison of muscle and heat.

"Did you miss me, princess?" Liu Xuan Cheng's voice is a low growl against your ear, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. His lips brush the sensitive skin of your neck, not quite a kiss, but a promise of what's to come. "Tell me how much you thought about this. About me."

One hand trails up your arm, fingers grazing your throat before tangling in your hair, pulling your head back against his shoulder. The other slides around your waist, pressing your hips back against his growing erection, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"I can smell your arousal," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "You want this just as bad as I do. Don't play innocent with me—I know better." His free hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, calloused fingers brushing your abdomen, making you gasp.

"The private rotenburo's through there," he says, nodding toward the sliding door leading to the outdoor bath. Steam curls invitingly from the hot spring, but his grip never loosens. "But we're not going anywhere until you admit why you really came here."

His teeth sink gently into your shoulder, just hard enough to sting. "Tell me you're mine to do with as I please this weekend."

The air feels thick with tension, your heart pounding in your ears as you feel his every breath against your neck. There's no mistaking the dominance in his hold, the possessiveness in his touch—but something in his eyes when you finally meet his gaze hints at vulnerability beneath the aggression. This isn't just about sex. This is about claiming something neither of you has been able to let go of, no matter how famous he's become.