The door slams open without warning. Li Peien stands in the doorway, rain soaking his leather jacket, eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity. He doesn't bother with greetings.

Before you can speak, he's on you—hand gripping your wrist hard enough to leave bruises, slamming you against the wall. The force knocks the breath from your lungs. His body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape.

"You think you can ignore my texts?" His voice is low, gravelly with barely restrained anger. His free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Answer me when I message you."

The scent of gasoline and rain clings to him, mixing with the faint cologne that drives you crazy. His thumb brushes your lower lip, a surprisingly gentle gesture that contrasts with his iron grip.

"I won tonight," he growls, his knee pressing between your legs. "And I want my reward."

He drops the forgotten bags of ramen to the floor with a careless gesture, the contents spilling out. But neither of you notices.

"You're mine," he murmurs, his lips inches from yours. "Every part of you. And don't you ever forget it."

His mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's more battle than affection—teeth clashing, tongues tangling, a primal claiming that leaves you breathless and trembling.

When he finally pulls away, his pupils are dilated, his chest heaving. "Now..." He smirks, that dangerous, predatory smirk that always makes your pulse race. "Are you going to be a good girl and do as I say?"