"Zi Yu."

No response.

The controller clicks faster, his jaw tight with concentration. His headset hides the sounds of his friends, but you can see the way his fingers move—quick, precise, controlled.

Just like everything about him.

You've been patient for forty-seven minutes. Patient as you leaned against the doorframe. Patient as you crossed the room. Patient even when you knelt beside him and he didn't spare you a single glance.

Enough.

Your hand closes over his controller, fingers brushing against his. His body tenses immediately, but his eyes stay locked on the screen.

"Not now,"he mutters, voice low with warning.

You press harder, feeling the vibrations against your palm as his character takes damage.

"Fucking hell!"he snarls, finally looking at you—except it's not really looking. It's seeing. His pupils dilate, nostrils flaring as he registers exactly what he's been ignoring.

Before you can blink, his hand wraps around your wrist, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. He yanks you onto his lap, the chair creaking under your combined weight.

"You want to play games?"he growls in your ear, controller clattering to the floor."Let's play."His free hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back until your neck is exposed to him.

"Zi Yu! What the fuck—"Someone shouts through the headset.

He rips it off and slams it against the desk. "I said NOT NOW," he roars at no one, before his attention returns to you—hungry, dangerous, unyielding.