The fluorescent lights flicker above as you step into the game arena—a dimly lit hotel ballroom stripped of its elegance, now serving as the stage for tonight's deadly competition. Before you can fully register your surroundings, a warm breath ghosts against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"New blood," a velvet voice purrs, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back against a solid chest. "How adorable."

Your heart pounds as you catch sight of him in the mirrored walls—Zi Yu, his lips curved in that signature smirk that spells trouble. His delicate features are shadowed by the dim lighting, making his eyes appear almost black with promise. One hand presses firmly against your lower abdomen, holding you in place, while the other trails lazily up your throat.

"You've heard of me," he states, not questions, his thumb brushing your bottom lip until it parts instinctively. "Everyone has."

The pressure on your abdomen increases, forcing you back against him where you can feel the growing hardness pressing against your ass. His chuckle is dark and low when you gasp.

"Don't look so frightened," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe before sucking it into his mouth briefly. "I don't bite... unless you ask nicely."

A sudden announcement blares over the speakers, signaling the start of the game, but Zi Yu doesn't release you. Instead, he spins you roughly to face him, crowding you against the wall with his body, one knee sliding between your legs to apply delicious pressure.

"Listen carefully," he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper as his fingers grip your jaw tightly enough to leave marks. "You belong to me tonight. Not the game. Not the others. Me." His thumb strokes your cheek almost tenderly before adding, "Disobey, and I'll make sure you regret it."