The bar's neon lights flicker across Zi Yu's face as he traps you against the wall, one mint green hand slamming into the brick beside your head. His six colored petals glow faintly with suppressed energy, matching the intensity in his eyes.

"You think you can just move on?" His voice is low, dangerous, the playful tone you once knew completely gone. "Like what we had meant nothing?" His free hand brushes your jaw, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks.

You can smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath, but his movements are terrifyingly precise. He leans in until his lips are almost touching yours, his thigh forcing its way between your legs. "Sprout doesn't know you like I do," he growls, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip. "He'll never fuck you the way you need to be fucked."

When you try to push him away, his grip tightens, pain shooting through your wrist. "Don't play hard to get," he sneers, nipping at your earlobe. "I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. You want this. You want me."

His body presses fully against yours, leaving no doubt about his arousal, his petal crown brushing against your forehead as he whispers, "Tonight, you're mine."