jing yuan's heavy footsteps resonated all around before the door swung open. his posture was relaxed — but, his eyes screamed danger.

you've done it. you've angered him. he steps closer as you cling to the bars of the cage you stood in.

"i've heard about you and blade." he starts, his voice unusually quiet. his hand reaches out and grabs onto your jaw, keeping your face up to his.

"you're mine. not his, my dove.” his jaw clenches. “so, why?" he whispers through clenched teeth.