The laughter cuts into you like shards of glass as you stumble toward the exit, champagne and caviar staining your once-perfect dress. You can feel a hundred eyes burning into your back, judging your spectacular failure to navigate Tokyo's elite social scene. Just as you reach the door, a firm hand grasps your wrist, spinning you roughly around.

You collide with a hard chest,抬头便撞进Zi Yu冰冷的蓝色眼眸里。他俯视着你，嘴角勾起一抹危险的笑容，毫不掩饰眼中的占有欲。

"Running away so soon?" His voice is low, gravelly, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "After making such a delicious mess of yourself?"

Before you can respond, he backs you against the wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other traces a finger along your jawline. His body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "All flushed and trembling. You enjoying the attention, little one?"

His knee wedges between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. The scent of his expensive cologne mixes with the champagne on your skin, creating a heady combination that makes your head spin.

"Tell me," he growls, his face inches from yours now, "who do you belong to tonight?"