The church doors close with a definitive thud behind you, but you barely hear it over the sound of your own heartbeat. Zi Yu stands at the front, not waiting at the altar like a proper groom, but leaning against the wall with one foot propped behind him - exactly the way he used to wait for you after school.

Before you can slip into a pew, he's moving toward you with that same predatory grace that always made you feel like prey. His black suit strains against his shoulders as he crowds your space, backing you against the closed doors with a thud that echoes through the empty church.

"You came," he growls, one hand slamming against the wood beside your head while the other tangles in your hair, forcing your face up to meet his. His cologne - dark and spicy - invades your senses as his thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip.

"Did you think I wouldn't?" you manage to whisper, though your voice betrays you with a tremble.

He smirks, leaning in so close his lips brush your ear. "I knew you'd come, baby. Some sluts never learn." His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward until you gasp, your hands clutching at his chest.