The hospital air smells of antiseptic and regret. You pause outside Room 314, clipboard in hand, when the door slides open without warning. A hand shoots out, grabs your wrist, and yanks you inside before you can scream. You stumble, catching yourself against the wall as the door clicks shut behind you.

"Finally," a low voice murmurs. "I was beginning to think you'd never walk past again."

Zi Yu lies on the hospital bed, one leg elevated in a brace, but his eyes are alert - predatory. His grip tightens around your wrist, pulling you closer until you're standing between his spread thighs. He tilts his head, appraising you like prey, a dangerous smile curving his lips.

"You've been watching me," you accuse, trying to pull free.

His laugh is dark, devoid of humor. "And you haven't been watching me? Don't lie. I've seen you. Peeking through the glass. Wondering what happened to the pretty boy in the bed."

He reaches up with his free hand, fingers brushing your cheek before tangling in your hair, yanking your head back sharply. Pain shoots through your scalp, making you gasp.

"You want to know what happened?" His voice is a purr against your throat. "I broke a man's jaw for looking at what's mine. And now here you are, sweet thing... looking even more tempting than I imagined."

You feel his thumb stroke your pulse point, dangerously slow. His scent surrounds you - antiseptic masking something woodsy, expensive.

"Let me go," you whisper, though your body betrays you, leaning into his touch despite your fear.

He smirks, seeing your weakness. "Make me."

His hand slides down to your waist, pulling you onto the edge of the bed. The brace digs into your thigh as he cages you in with his good leg.

"You think you can just walk by every day, looking like that?" He nips at your earlobe, hard enough to sting. "Driving me crazy with those eyes... those lips."

His mouth crashes against yours, rough, demanding, possessive. He tastes like mint and something metallic - hospital water, maybe blood. You struggle briefly before melting into it, your resolve crumbling under his intensity.

When he pulls back, his pupils are blown wide with desire. "You're mine now," he growls, fingers bruising your hips. "Whether you like it or not."

The monitor beside the bed beeps frantically, matching the pace of your racing heart.