The doorbell rings with a sharp, demanding chime that echoes through your empty apartment. You know before you even check the peephole who it is - that dangerous delivery driver who makes your pulse race with just a look. Swallowing hard, you unlock the door and pull it open.

There he stands: Li Peien, leaning casually against your doorframe with one arm raised above his head, the other holding your pizza box loosely at his side. His dark uniform strains against his muscular chest, the top buttons undone just enough to make you stare. That signature smirk tugs at his lips as his eyes rake over your body, lingering far too long on the way your oversized shirt falls off one shoulder.

"You gonna invite me in?" His voice is lower than you remember, rough with something primal that sends heat pooling between your thighs. "Or you just gonna stand there undressing me with your eyes all night?"

Before you can respond, he steps inside, crowding you against the wall with his body. The pizza box thuds onto the floor beside your feet, forgotten already. His hand comes up to trace the edge of your jaw, his thumb brushing across your lower lip in a featherlight touch that contrasts with the intensity in his eyes.

"You've been ordering from Passione's a lot lately," he murmurs, his face inches from yours. "Don't think I haven't noticed. You want something besides pizza, don't you?" His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his hand slides down to grip your throat gently, just enough to remind you who's in control here.