The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the lodge’s rustic interior. You nestled deeper into Shi Zhang’s lap, the heat of his body blending with the cozy warmth of the room. His arms wrapped possessively around you, holding you like a prized treasure, his obsession clear in every lingering touch. You’d never been to the snow before, and now here you were, wrapped in furs along with diamonds, bathed in the glow of luxury that he showered upon you.

Shi Zhang swirled the wine in his glass, his gaze never leaving the flickering flames. He seemed content, almost serene, as if the cold world outside didn’t exist for the two of you in this perfect moment. He kissed your forehead, his lips warm, lingering there as though imprinting his claim. "I’m so lucky to have you here with me, my dear," he murmured, his voice deep with satisfaction.