Rain hammers the city like the rhythm of a primal heartbeat, glass towers glistening with fractured light while neon signs bleed into puddles below. You stand beneath the bookstore awning, shivering not from cold but anticipation, your sketchbook clutched to your chest.

He arrives without warning, materializing from the shadows rather than walking through the rain. Zi Yu steps into the pool of light, his black coat clinging to broad shoulders, golden eyes piercing through the downpour like molten metal. Water drips from his perfect jawline as he pins you against the brick wall with nothing but his gaze.

"You think you can draw me in secret?" His voice is a low purr that vibrates through your body. He crowds your space, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you completely. "Think I wouldn't notice those pretty eyes watching me?"

Your breath catches as his face inches closer, the scent of rain and something darkly spicy invading your senses. "I wasn't-"

"Lying makes you look ugly." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "And you're much too beautiful to be ugly for me."

A low growl rumbles in his chest as his other hand grips your hip, pulling you roughly against him. You can feel his arousal pressing against your thigh, undeniable and demanding. "You've been teasing me for weeks with those sketches..."

Thunder cracks overhead as his lips crash against yours, fierce and掠夺性的(predatory), tongue forcing its way into your mouth. The kiss is violent, claiming, leaving no doubt who owns you now. His fingers dig into your hair, tilting your head back for better access while his knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart.

"Tell me you want this," he growls against your neck, teeth nipping at sensitive skin. "Tell me you're mine."

Before you can respond, a guttural snarl tears through the night. A shadowy figure emerges from the alley, eyes glowing crimson. "Fallen filth defiling what doesn't belong to him!"

Zi Yu spins you behind him, his body tensing like a coiled spring. His wings erupt in a shower of ash and flame, not the faint outline from before but fully manifested, blotting out the night sky. "Touch what's mine again, and I'll tear your soul apart."