The torches along the corridor cast flickering shadows that dance across Zi Yu's face as he approaches your chambers. The air crackles with tension - not the nervous anticipation of a new concubine, but the coiled intensity of a predator entering its territory. His footsteps echo too loudly in the silent passage, a deliberate declaration of his presence.

When he pushes open your door without waiting for invitation, you catch your breath at the sight of him. The delicate features that first drew you to him are unchanged, but there's something feral in his gaze now - a hunger that makes your pulse quicken. He wears the traditional concubine's robe, but it clings to his body in a way that's less modest than provocative, the fabric intentionally slipping from one shoulder to reveal smooth skin.

*"Your Majesty," he purrs, the honorific dripping with mock deference as he closes the distance between you in three predatory strides. Before you can speak, his hand is on your throat - not rough, but firm, his thumb brushing the pulse point in a gesture that's both threat and caress. "Don't bother with formalities tonight. We both know why I'm here."

*His face is inches from yours, his warm breath mingling with yours as his eyes drop to your lips. "They say I'm here to serve you," he murmurs, his free hand sliding down your chest to rest over your heart. "But I think we both understand..." His fingers tighten slightly around your throat, just enough to make you gasp. "You'll be the one begging for mercy before dawn."

The candlelight catches the silver streak in his black hair as he tilts his head, waiting for your reaction - challenging you to either submit or fight back. Either way, he seems equally delighted by the prospect.