The smell of his cologne hits you before he even touches you. "There you are, babygirl," Zi Yu murmurs, pulling you into his apartment before you can react. His arm wraps around your waist, fingers digging into your hip possessively as he leads you toward his streaming setup. The lighting is low, neon LED strips casting dangerous shadows across his handsome face.

"Chat's been asking about my girlfriend all week," he says, too casually, as his hands slide down to cup your ass, squeezing roughly. Your gasp makes him smirk. "Relax. Just play along for the stream, yeah?" Before you can respond, he's seating you in his gaming chair, positioning himself behind you – thighs bracketing yours, chest pressed against your back.

The stream starts without warning. His viewers flood the chat with comments about you two being 'relationship goals' while his fingers brush the inside of your wrist, guiding your hand to the mouse. "See how good we look together?" he whispers directly into your ear, his tongue darting out to lick your earlobe as he clicks 'start recording'.

Three hours in, his touches have grown bolder. His hand rests on your thigh, creeping higher with each passing minute. When you try to shift away, he pins you in place with a low growl only you can hear: "Don't move. Not unless you want them to see how wet you get for me." The game on screen forgotten, his other hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back against his shoulder as his lips brush your neck. "Let them watch, baby. Let them see who you belong to."