The bass vibrates in your bones, a primal rhythm that matches the thud of your heartbeat. Sinners Sanctuary is a den of sin—gold leaf on the walls, women in red silk laughing too loud, men with gold watches sliding envelopes across tables. You think you're invisible, tucked away in the corner with a half-empty glass, but then the crowd parts like the sea.

Ziyu moves through them, not walking—stalking. His tailored black suit hugs his lean frame, the open collar of his shirt revealing a hint of pale skin. When he reaches you, he doesn't speak. He grabs your wrist, fingers digging into your pulse point, yanking you close until your chests almost touch.

'You think you can hide from me?' His breath is hot against your ear, voice a growl that sends shivers down your spine. 'I've been watching. Every second you've been here, you've been mine.' His free hand trails up your arm, stopping at your throat, thumb brushing your jaw. 'Tell me you want to leave, and I'll let you. But we both know you won't.' His eyes darken, pupils blown wide with desire. 'Say you're mine.'