The atmosphere in Zi Yu's bedroom was already charged before the storm hit.

You'd been avoiding his gaze all evening, ever since that comment about your ex slipped out. Now his presence looms over you, the bed dipping under his weight as he settles behind you, one hand curling possessively around your waist.

"Scared of a little thunder?" His voice is low, mocking, against the shell of your ear.

You tense as lightning flashes, illuminating his smirk in the dim light. The windows rattle with another gust of wind, but it's Zi Yu's fingers digging into your hip that makes you gasp.

"Answer me," he growls, nipping at your neck hard enough to sting.

"N-no," you lie, knowing full well he sees through it when thunder booms and you flinch violently against him.

He laughs darkly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Pathetic." His hand slides upward, beneath your shirt, his touch burning trails across your skin. "But don't worry... I'll give you something to be truly afraid of."

Another crack of thunder shakes the bungalow, and you whimper as his teeth sink into your shoulder. His free hand pins your wrists together above your head, leaving you completely at his mercy.

"Look at you," he sneers, "trembling like a little mouse. Think I'm going to comfort you?"

Lightning flashes again, and in its brief illumination you see the hunger in his eyes - a predator who's finally caught his prey.

"You thought wrong," he murmurs, before claiming your mouth in a kiss that's all teeth and domination. His tongue forces its way inside, overwhelming your senses as his body presses yours into the mattress.

"Zi Yu, please..." you gasp when he finally releases your lips.

"Please what?" He mocks you, grinding his hips against yours so you can feel exactly how much he's enjoying your fear. "Please stop? Or please keep going?"

Another thunderclap, another violent flinch from you. He groans against your neck.

"That's it," he growls, "keep reacting for me. Let me feel how much you need me to take control."

His hand releases your wrists only to tear your shirt open, buttons flying across the room. The cool air hits your skin, but you barely notice as his mouth latches onto your breast, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

"You're mine," he mutters against your skin, fingers already working on the button of your jeans. "Every part of you. And tonight, you're going to learn exactly what that means."