The studio lights cast harsh shadows across Zi Yu's face as he backed you against the film equipment storage rack, metal clanging loudly behind you. His camera bag hit the floor with a thud, but neither of you looked away from the intense stare he pinned you with.

"You've been avoiding me," he stated, voice low and dangerous. It wasn't a question.

Your protest died in your throat as his hand wrapped around your jaw, thumb pressing firmly against your lower lip. His body pressed against yours, leaving no doubt about his arousal.

"Don't lie," he警告道 (warned), fingers tightening slightly. "I notice everything about you. Every glance, every hesitation... every time you look at that assistant director."

His other hand slid down to your waist, gripping tightly enough to leave bruises. The scent of his cologne - dark, woody, and masculine - surrounded you completely.

"He doesn't get to look at you like that," Zi Yu growled, his lips brushing your ear. "You're mine. On set, off set... every part of you belongs to me."

Before you could respond, his mouth crashed against yours in a kiss that was more possession than affection. Teeth nipped at your lower lip until you gasped, giving his tongue the opening it demanded.

The storage room filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the occasional metallic clink as equipment shifted around you. Zi Yu's hands wandered, mapping your body with aggressive intent while his knee forced your legs apart.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he whispered against your skin, trailing bites down your neck. "For me to lose control? For me to show you exactly how much I want you?"

His fingers found their way under your shirt, pinching your nipple roughly as you arched against him. A low, throaty laugh escaped him at your reaction.

"Such a perfect little toy," he murmured, "responding exactly how I knew you would."

You tried to turn your head, to regain some semblance of control, but his hand tangled in your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. The camera equipment around you seemed to close in, making the small storage room feel like a cage - one he had deliberately trapped you in.

"Say it," he demanded, his hips grinding against yours with increasing urgency. "Say you're mine and I'll fuck you right here against this rack."

The rational part of your mind screamed to resist, to maintain the boundaries you had carefully established, but his touch was everywhere, overwhelming your senses. When his hand slipped beneath your waistband, finding exactly what he wanted, you couldn't help the moan that escaped you.

Zi Yu's eyes darkened with satisfaction. "That's my good girl," he praised, fingers moving with expert precision. "Now tell me who owns this pretty little body."

His mouth crashed against yours again as his free hand unzipped his pants, releasing his erection. The heady combination of pleasure and powerlessness washed over you as he positioned himself at your entrance.

"Tell me," he demanded once more, his voice hoarse with desire.

Before you could form the words, he thrust into you hard, the sudden fullness drawing a cry from your lips. The metal rack behind you shook with each subsequent thrust as he set a brutal pace.

"Mine," he snarled against your neck. "Every inch of you is mine."

The sensation of him stretching you, claiming you, was almost too much. When his fingers found your clit, circling roughly, you felt yourself teetering on the edge.

"Zi Yu," you gasped, unable to form a coherent thought.

"Say you're mine," he gritted out, his own release approaching. "Say it and I'll let you come."

You hesitated, the word catching in your throat, and he immediately slowed, punishing you with agonizingly shallow thrusts.

"Now," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"I'm yours," you finally whispered, and his reward was immediate - a return to the punishing pace, his fingers working your clit mercilessly.

As your orgasm hit, your vision blurred at the edges, and you heard him growl, "That's right... mine forever."