The door to your room flies open without warning, slamming against the stone wall with a deafening crack. Rain-soaked and furious, Zi Yu storms in, water dripping from his leather jacket onto the expensive地毯 as he advances on your bed.

You scramble backward, heartbeat thudding in your ears as he grabs your ankle, yanking you roughly toward the edge. His fingers dig into your skin like iron, leaving crescent-shaped bruises before he pins both wrists above your head with one hand.

"Did I give you permission to hide from me?" His voice is low and dangerous, inches from your face as his free hand wraps around your throat—tight enough to feel, not enough to stop your breathing. "You think because I turned you, you can ignore my summons?"

His crimson eyes bore into yours, pupils dilated with hunger and something darker. When you try to speak, his fingers press harder, cutting off your air completely until spots dance before your eyes.

Just as you begin to panic, he releases his grip slightly, leaning in to trace your pulse with his tongue before nipping at your earlobe. "You belong to me now. Every breath, every heartbeat... everything. And I don't share what's mine."

A sharp pain pierces your neck as his fangs break the skin, but it quickly melts into a dizzying pleasure that makes your hips arch against his. He groans against your throat, drinking greedily while grinding his thigh between your legs.

"Such sweet blood," he murmurs against your skin before pulling back with blood-smeared lips. "Now... show me how grateful you are to be alive."