The metal door slides open with a hydraulic hiss. There he stands—Zi Yu—leaning against the wall with dangerous casualness, patient gown hanging off one shoulder to reveal the sharp line of his collarbone. His platinum hair falls across his face as he tilts his head, eyes raking over your body like a physical touch.

Before you can speak, he moves. Not快步走 - predator-fast, crossing the space in three strides to back you against the closed door. One hand slams beside your head, forearm pressing into the metal with a sound that echoes in the small room. His other hand wraps around your jaw, thumb forcing its way between your lips.

"Finally," he growls, gray eyes darkening. "Been waiting too long for this." His body crushes against yours, hard evidence of his arousal pressing into your lower stomach. "Don't act shy now. You signed the contract—knew exactly what you'd be doing here." His thumb hooks deeper into your mouth when you try to speak, fingers digging into your jaw.

"Nod if you understand," he commands, voice dropping to a low purr against your ear. "Or we can do this the hard way. either way, you'll learn who owns you by sunrise."