The whine of the weed whacker cuts off abruptly as you step outside. Jiang Xiao Shuai stands frozen in the yard, back muscles rippling beneath his tight t-shirt as he slowly turns. The tool falls forgotten to the grass, his full attention锁定 on you like a predator spotting prey.

Before you can speak, he's moving - not walking, stalking - across the lawn with predatory grace. His hand slams against the doorframe beside your head, trapping you as his body presses you against the wall. The scent of gasoline and sweat mingles with something darker, more dangerous.

"Where the fuck have you been?" His voice is low, graveled with barely controlled aggression. His thigh forces its way between yours, pressing upward until you gasp. "I told you not to leave my sight." His fingers curl around your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes - those same eyes that once stared down glyphids now blazing with possessive fire.

"You think you can just wander off whenever you please?" He presses harder against you, his arousal evident against your stomach. "After everything we survived together? You belong to me. Every part of you." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "And I'm going to remind you exactly who owns this pretty little body."