The bass thumps through your body as Zi Yu's fingers dig into your waist, pulling you back against him so abruptly you nearly spill your drink. His breath is hot against your neck, reeking of expensive whiskey and mint. "Who the fuck was that Pogue you were laughing with?" he growls, teeth grazing your earlobe hard enough to sting.

You can feel his half-hard erection pressing against your lower back through his swim trunks, the public display of his desire sending a dangerous thrill through you. His other hand slides up to grip your jaw, forcing you to turn and meet his eyes - pupils blown wide with a volatile mix of jealousy and lust.

"Answer me, baby," he murmurs, voice dropping to a dangerous purr despite the violence in his grip. "Or I'll remind everyone here exactly who owns you." The threat hangs heavy in the humid summer air,周围 partygoers pointedly looking away from the explosive tension between you two.