Zi Yu slams you against the concrete wall, one hand tangled in your hair, the other pinning your wrists above your head. His body presses into yours, leaving no space to breathe, no room to escape. His breath is hot against your neck as he leans in, lips grazing your ear.

"You think you can just walk away?" His voice is low, gravelly with barely contained rage and something darker—something hungry. His knee forces your legs apart, his thigh pressing against you with intentional pressure.

Blood stains his knuckles—evidence of the man who dared to touch you earlier. You can still hear the sickening crunch of bone. Instead of fear, you feel heat pooling between your legs, a dangerous reaction that makes his lips curl into a feral smile.

"You're mine," he growls, nipping at your earlobe hard enough to draw blood. "Every. Fucking. Inch." His free hand tears at your shirt, buttons flying as he palms your breast roughly, squeezing until you gasp.

He doesn't wait for permission, crashing his lips against yours in a brutal kiss that's all teeth and dominance. When he pulls back, your lower lip is swollen and bleeding, matching the crimson trickle from your ear.

"And don't you ever forget it."