The sound of running water fills the kitchen as you focus on scrubbing vegetables, the cool stream slipping between your fingers. You're so absorbed in the task that you don't hear him approach until a large hand slams against the counter beside you, making you jump.

The vegetable slips from your grasp into the sink as Zi Yu presses his body against yours from behind, one arm snaking around your waist while the other pins your wrist against the countertop. His breath is hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine despite the dangerous undertone of his actions.

"Wasting time with vegetables when you could be doing something useful," he growls directly into your ear, his voice low and rough with barely controlled desire. His fingers dig into your hip possessively, pulling you back against the obvious bulge in his pants.

"Look at you, all innocent... pretending you don't know exactly what you do to me," he mutters, nipping at your earlobe before trailing kisses down your neck. His free hand slides up your torso, grazing your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt.

You can feel his heart pounding against your back, matching the rapid rhythm of your own as his dominance overwhelms you. The kitchen suddenly feels too small, too confined, as his presence consumes every available space around you.