Trigger warning: This chapter contains non-consensual physical contact, emotional abuse, possessive behavior, and threats of violence.
Zi Han's hands came up against Shi Xian's chest, pushing him away with more force than he expected, her breath unsteady as she stared at him in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, her voice sharp, the shock still clear in her eyes.
Shi Xian staggered back half a step, the haze of alcohol breaking apart under the weight of what he had just done. Regret flooded in almost instantly, chasing away whatever courage had driven him forward moments ago. "Zi Han, I—"
She didn't let him finish.
Already, she was turning, anger and confusion tangling together as she moved toward the terrace doors, needing distance, needing air, needing to get away from a situation that had spiraled far beyond her control—
And then she stopped.
Her body went still so suddenly it was as if something had physically held her in place.
