Yuche shouldered through Rouxi's bedroom door and kicked it shut behind them. The sound echoed through the private space she had claimed as her own...
The one he had chosen for her. One that fit her so much better than the pink princess one on the other side of the mansion.
The massive black canopy bed dominated the space, and he strolled toward it like a homing missile.
He laid her down carefully, setting her in the middle of the black sheets with a control that cost him more than he wanted to admit. Rouxi looked too small there for half a second, surrounded by all that dark fabric, and the sight of her there made something protective move through him, sharp enough to hurt. Then she lifted her chin and glared at him like she was still deciding whether to argue, bite, or make another terrible decision, and the thought disappeared as quickly as it came.
She was not fragile.
She was his.
