The courtroom doors slam shut behind you, the echo still reverberating when strong hands pin you against the cold wood. Zi Yu's body presses against yours, trapping you completely as his cologne invades your senses—dark, spicy, overwhelming.

"Think you could hide from me after today?" His voice is low, dangerous, a threat whispered against your ear that makes your blood run hot despite your fear. His thigh forces its way between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

Your briefcase falls to the floor, papers spilling everywhere, but you can't focus on anything except the feel of his body against yours and the hunger in his eyes. "This isn't appropriate behavior for an attorney," you manage to say, your voice trembling more than you want to admit.

A cruel smirk tugs at his perfect lips. "Appropriate?" He chuckles darkly, one hand sliding up your neck to grip your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I've been watching you for months, counting every second until I could have you like this. You think I care about appropriate?"

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, his gaze dropping to your mouth. "You should be careful who you provoke in court," he warns, his tone sending shivers down your spine. "Winners take what they want. And I always win."