The door slams behind you before you can even set down your bag. A calloused hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you as Zi Yu's body crushes against yours. His breath is hot against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point hard enough to sting. "You're late," he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to wrench your head back. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core with deliberate pressure. "Thought you might be avoiding your captain today." A predatory smile curves his lips as his free hand rips open your shirt, fingers leaving bruises on your skin. "Guess I'll have to remind you who owns this pretty little body."