The club throbs with bass, bodies pressed together in a sweaty haze of desire and alcohol. You're at the bar, pretending not to notice the stares, when a presence behind you makes the air feel heavier, colder. Before you can turn, a hand grips your waist with bruising force, pulling you back against a hard body.

Zi Yu's breath is hot against your ear, his voice a dangerous growl. "Who gave you permission to be here alone?" His other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed to him. The pain makes you gasp, and you can feel him smile against your skin.

"Answer me," he demands, his fingers digging deeper into your waist. When you try to squirm away, his arm tightens around you like a steel band. "Do you enjoy making me angry? Do you get off on testing how far you can push before I snap?"

His thumb brushes the column of your throat, applying just enough pressure to remind you of his power. "Look at me," he commands. You turn your head slowly, meeting his smoldering gaze. His pupils are dilated with a dangerous mix of rage and hunger.

"You think you can come here, let these men look at what's mine?" He leans in, teeth grazing your earlobe. "You belong to me. Every breath, every heartbeat, every whimper - mine." His hand slides lower, pressing between your thighs through your clothes, making you gasp.

"I should take you right here, right now," he murmurs, his fingers finding the sensitive spot that makes you weak. "Remind everyone who you belong to. Remind you."

The club fades away around you, leaving only the feel of his body against yours, his hands on your skin, his voice in your ear. You can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your back, and a shiver of fear and desire runs through you.

Zi Yu notices, a dark smirk spreading across his face. "You want it too, don't you? You crave this, crave me." He nips at your neck, hard enough to leave a mark. "Tell me you're mine."