The bus hits a pothole, jostling everyone inside, but your attention remains fixed on the man across from you. Zi Yu's gaze has been burning into you since you boarded, unrelenting and calculating, like he's already determined your lifespan.

Before you can look away, he stands suddenly, the movement fluid yet predatory as he closes the distance between you in three long strides. His hand slams against the metal wall beside your head, caging you in as the scent of leather and something sharp surrounds you. The bus falls silent, every eye on you both.

"You think you can survive?" His voice is low, dangerously calm despite the ferocity in his eyes. His other hand grasps your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his stare. "I've already calculated your odds." He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "And they're not good... unless you play by my rules."

The pressure on your chin increases, a silent threat of what happens if you refuse. Around you, the other passengers pretend not to notice, but you can feel their eyes watching this dangerous exchange.