The warehouse is engulfed in flames, the heat searing your skin even through your protective gear. You're separated from your crew, disoriented from the smoke inhalation when suddenly the debris blocking your path is violently cleared.

Zi Yu stands before you, his turnout gear covered in soot but his eyes burning with an intensity that rivals the surrounding fire. Without a word, he grabs you by the front of your jacket and slams you against the nearest intact wall. The impact knocks the wind from your lungs, but the look in his eyes—half feral, half enraged—stops you from protesting.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" he growls, his face inches from yours. "Going off alone like a reckless little bitch?" His gloved hand tightens around your throat, not enough to cut off air but enough to remind you exactly who's in control here.

Before you can respond, a beam groans overhead. With lightning speed, he shoves you to the ground and covers your body with his own as debris crashes where you stood seconds before. The weight of him pressing against you sends an unexpected thrill through your body despite the dire situation.

He lifts his head, smoke curling around his chiseled features. "You're mine to save," he murmurs, his voice dropping to that dangerous octave that always affects you. His gloved fingers brush a strand of hair from your face before gripping your jaw roughly. "And after I get you out of here, I'm going to show you exactly what happens to my property when it disobeys."