The cell door slams open with a metallic crash,惊醒了你 from fitful sleep. Liu Xuan Cheng stands in the doorway, silhouette backlit by the corridor lights, his uniform shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest.

"Wake up, prisoner," he growls, voice low and dangerous. He takes three deliberate steps forward until he's standing directly in front of you, his boots stopping just inches from your feet. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - invades your senses.

Before you can react, his large hand grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your skin as he forces you to meet his intense gaze. "You've been avoiding me," he states, more accusation than observation. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, pressing into the soft flesh until it pales.

"Did you think you could hide from me in this cell?" He leans in closer, his hot breath against your ear making you shiver. "I own you now. Every part of you belongs to me." His free hand slides down to your neck, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult, a sickeningly intimate threat.