Tian frowned. His unpleasant look somehow encouraged Yanam even more.
"I—"
"Humph…"
Before Yanam could finish, Tian suddenly grabbed the back of his head—fingers locking tightly into his hair—and yanked him forward. The sudden force erased all distance between them.
Yanam gasped.
Tian's other hand slid to his neck, gripping it firmly, stopping any chance for him to move or speak. And then—
He crushed his lips against Yanam's.
A rough, silencing kiss.
No warning.
No hesitation.
No gentleness.
Just possession.
Yanam froze in shock, breath caught in his throat. Tian's lips pressed harder, forcing the kiss deeper, as if he could make Yanam swallow his existence, as if the last three years didn't matter.
He tasted the familiar soft mouth he once knew—the faint cherry-like sweetness that had never changed—and Tian's expression twisted into something dark and satisfied. He smiled against the kiss, losing control the moment that taste hit him.
Yanam's eyes flew open, panic flooding them. The instant he regained his senses, he tried to push Tian away—but his trembling hands…
Had no strength.
His fingers only brushed weakly against Tian's chest.
Tian didn't budge.
Instead, his grip tightened at the back of Yanam's head, keeping him locked in place, deepening the kiss even as Yanam trembled beneath him—unable to escape, unable to even breathe properly.
Possessive.
Unrelenting.
Overwhelming.
Exactly the kind of kiss Tian would use to silence him.