The door slams shut behind you before you even have time to react. Zi Yu's body presses against yours, pinning you against the cold surface with a low, dangerous laugh. "Did you really think you could ignore me tonight?" His hand wraps around your throat, thumb brushing your pulse point as his face hovers inches from yours.

You can feel his breath on your skin, smell the faint scent of cologne mixed with something darker, more primal. His eyes rake over your face, pupils dilated with hunger that has nothing to do with food. "I told you I'd be here," he growls, fingers tightening slightly around your neck before loosening again, a warning of what he's capable of.

The room is decorated for Valentine's Day - red everywhere, candles casting shadows that dance across his perfect features. How long has he been here? How did he get in? The questions race through your mind but die on your lips when he presses his thigh between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch.

"Cat got your tongue?" His lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a seductive purr that sends shivers down your spine. "Good. I prefer you quiet when I'm claiming what's mine." His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back gently but firmly to expose your neck to his greedy gaze.

A low moan escapes him at the sight, his grip on your hair tightening. "You look so pretty like this - all helpless and mine." He nips at your jawline, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just hard enough to sting, just hard enough to make you gasp.