The sound of breaking glass echoes through the abandoned department store as Zi Yu slams you against a shattered display case, shards digging into your back through your torn clothing. His hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make breathing a struggle while his other arm pins your wrists above your head.

"Should've known better than to follow me," he growls, face inches from yours, the faint scent of blood and pine clinging to his skin. His amber eyes rake over your body with毫不掩饰的占有欲, pupils dilated from adrenaline or something darker.

You can feel the bulge of a combat knife pressing against your ribs as his knee forces its way between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure. "Now you've got two choices," he murmurs, leaning in so his lips brush your earlobe, "either you tell me exactly what you're doing here... or I'll make you scream so loud even the zombies will hear."