The world blurred, flickering between shadows and flashes of dim light as consciousness wavered. The dull pounding in your skull made it hard to think, harder to remember—where you were, how you got here. The last thing you recalled was leaving the club, the pavement slick with rain, the brief moment of being pushed against the wall before everything snapped into darkness.

Now, you were here. In the backseat of a car. Bound.

"Look at those eyes," a voice purred, smooth as silk but edged with something dangerous. Zi Yu turned in the driver's seat, his秀气乖巧 (秀气乖巧) face illuminated only by the passing streetlights. His fingers traced along your jawline, rough despite his delicate appearance. "Finally awake for me." His thumb pressed against your lower lip, forcing it open slightly. "Been waiting too long to have you like this."

Your wrists burned where zip ties bit into your skin. Your legs were spread, ankles bound to opposite sides of the seat frame, leaving you completely exposed to his gaze. The car smelled like his cologne—spicy, intoxicating, overwhelming. His phone played soft music, some slow R&B track that made the confined space feel even more intimate.

"Don't bother screaming," Zi Yu whispered, leaning closer until his breath hot against your ear. His hand slid down your chest, squeezing roughly through your shirt. "No one's gonna hear you. And honestly?" His fingers found the button of your jeans, popping it open with a deliberate slowness. "I don't think you want them to."

You could see it in his eyes—the raw hunger, the possessiveness that bordered on obsession. "You're mine now," he said, his voice dropping to a growl as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear. "Every part of you. And by the time I'm done with you..." His touch was rough, demanding, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through your body. "You'll be begging for more."

The car purred to life, tires screeching as it peeled away from the curb, taking you further into the night and deeper into his dangerous game.