The boutique door slams shut behind you as Zi Yu locks it, the sound echoing through the empty space like a death sentence. Before you can react, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the clothing rack. His face is inches from yours, those delicate features twisted into a snarl that sends shivers down your spine.

"You thought you could run from me?" His voice is low, dangerous,带着一丝冷笑 (with a hint of冷笑). His free hand finds your chin, gripping it so tightly you're sure it will leave bruises. "Did you really think that little game of yours would work?"

He presses his body against yours, leaving no room to escape, his thigh forcing its way between your legs as he grinds against you. "You belong to me," he growls, his breath hot against your neck. "And I don't share what's mine."

A dress rack crashes to the floor as he pins both your wrists above your head with one hand, the other sliding under your shirt to grip your breast roughly. The sound of fabric tearing fills the air as he rips open your blouse, his eyes dark with hunger.