The heavy scent of expensive whiskey and cigar smoke hangs in the air as you push through the velvet ropes of The Serpent's Kiss. The jazz band plays a slow, seductive tune that matches the dangerous energy permeating the club. You spot him immediately—Zi Yu坐在VIP区域的阴影中，他那双看似无辜的眼睛实际上像捕食者一样锁定了你。

Before you can rethink your decision to confront him, he's standing directly in front of you, his body blocking your path. "You came," he says softly, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle, almost tender, but his eyes betray his true intentions—dark with hunger and something more dangerous.

"Let me pass, Zi Yu," you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way his proximity affects you.

Instead of moving, he steps closer, crowding your space until you can feel the heat of his body through your clothes. "Why would I do that when you've finally come to me?" His hand slides down to your throat, his thumb applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "You've been teasing me for months, playing hard to get. But we both know you're here because you want this as badly as I do."

Your hands press against his chest, attempting to push him away, but he's immovable—like a wall of muscle and determination. "You're delusional," you snap, though your body betrays you as your heartbeat quickens.

Zi Yu chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Am I?" He leans in until his lips brush your ear. "Then why are you pressing your body against mine right now? Why haven't you screamed for help?"

His other hand finds your waist, pulling you even closer until there's no space between you. The scent of his cologne—dark, spicy, intoxicating—fills your senses. "You want to pretend you're innocent? That you don't crave the danger, the excitement... me?"

Before you can respond, he crashes his lips against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you breathless and dizzy. When he finally pulls away, his eyes are blazing with triumph. "Game over, princess. You're mine now."

Marco appears beside you, his face contorted with rage. "Zi Yu! Let her go!"

For a moment, Zi Yu ignores him, his thumb brushing over your swollen lower lip as he stares at you hungrily. "We're just getting started," he murmurs before finally releasing you and turning to face Marco, his expression instantly cold and menacing.