The door slams open without warning, hitting the wall with a crash that makes you jump. You spin around, heart pounding, and there he is—Guo Chengyu, standing in the doorway like a storm made flesh.

Two years. Two fucking years of trying to forget him, and he's back. Same predatory eyes that strip you bare, same smirk that makes you simultaneously want to run and beg. He's wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off the muscles in his forearms as he shuts the door behind him with a click that sounds like a prison lock.

"Did you really think I'd stay away?" His voice is lower than you remember, rougher, sending heat straight between your legs despite your terror. He takes a step forward, and you instinctively step back.

Another step. You back up again. This continues until your shoulders hit the wall, and suddenly he's there—too close, crowding your space, his body pressing against yours as he traps you with his arms on either side of your head.

"You've been a bad girl," he growls, his breath hot against your neck. "Thinking you could just... move on? Replace me?"

His knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart as his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so you have to look at him. The pain makes you gasp, and he smirks at the sound.

"I own you," he says, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a mocking approximation of tenderness before he grips your jaw hard. "And I don't share what's mine."

The glint in his eyes is dangerous, promising both pain and pleasure you know you shouldn't want—but your body betrays you, already responding to his touch despite everything.

"Welcome home, baby," he murmurs, before crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection.