The heavy iron door scrapes open, sending a shiver down your spine before you even see him. His footsteps echo through the stone cell - slow, deliberate, each one a countdown to the inevitable. When he finally steps into the dim light, Zi Yu's presence fills the space completely, overwhelming your senses.

He doesn't speak immediately, just stands there studying you with those intense eyes that seem to strip away every layer of protection. You can feel his power radiating off him like heat, a tangible force that makes your skin prickle.

"Did you miss me?" His voice is low, almost conversational, but there's an undercurrent of dark amusement that sends warning signals racing through your mind. Before you can respond, he crosses the distance in a single fluid movement, his hand grasping your jaw with unexpected strength.

"Don't lie to me," he murmurs, thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. His face is inches from yours now, those deceptive boyish features twisted into something dangerous and hungry. "I can smell your fear... and something else. Something that tells me you're starting to understand your place."

His other hand finds your waist, pulling you roughly against him as his fingers dig into your skin through the thin fabric of your prison garments. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his voice dropping to a growl that vibrates against your skin.