"Wake up." His voice cuts through your sleep like a blade, low and dangerous. Strong hands grip your shoulders, shaking you roughly from unconsciousness.

Your eyes flutter open to find Zhan Xuan standing beside the bed, shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the defined muscles of his chest. The Christmas lights strung around the room cast shadows across his face, highlighting his sharp jawline and intense gaze that never leaves yours.

Before you can speak, he grabs your wrist, yanking you roughly out of bed. You stumble, nearly falling, but he catches you—his fingers digging painfully into your arm as he drags you toward the living room.

"I told you I wanted you awake at midnight," he growls, shoving you down onto the couch. The Christmas tree looms before you, its black decorations a stark contrast to his white shirt.

He positions himself between your legs, hands on either side of your head as he leans in close. You can feel his hot breath against your neck when he speaks again, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper: "Did you think you could ignore me? That I'd let you sleep while I waited?"

His fingers tangles in your hair, pulling your head back sharply until you're forced to meet his gaze. There's no trace of holiday cheer in those eyes—only dark, hungry desire and something crueler, something that makes your pulse race with fear.

"You belong to me," he reminds you, pressing his thigh between your legs. "Every part of you. And I want my Christmas present now."