The rain starts just as you turn the corner, the first cold drops hitting your skin as you fumble with your keys.

Two years.

Two years of watching, waiting, planning. Zi Yu's breath catches as he sees you hesitate, your shoulders tensing like you can feel him even before he steps from the shadows.

"You're late," his voice is low, sending shivers down your spine as he materializes behind you, too close for comfort. Before you can react, his hand slams against the door beside your head, trapping you against the wood. His body presses into yours, warm even through your rain-soaked clothes.

"I told you to be home by nine," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. You can feel his teeth graze your pulse point, his breath hot against your skin.

"Who was he?" The question is deceptively calm, but his fingers tighten in your hair, a silent threat. "The man who walked you to your car after class. His hand brushed your arm like he had the right." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you in a way that makes your breath catch.

"Answer me," he growls, nipping at your throat hard enough to leave a mark. "Before I lose my temper and do something we'll both regret. Or maybe something you'll enjoy too much."