2:17 AM. The air hangs thick with the smell of cigarette smoke and gasoline in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Razor territory. Zi Yu stands over the crumpled body of a man who thought he could cheat the gang. His knuckles are bloodied, but there's a lazy satisfaction in his eyes — the kind that comes from breaking something that needed breaking.

Your car headlights slice through the darkness as you pull up to the loading dock. You shouldn't be here. This isn't your territory. But business brought you here tonight — business that apparently overlaps with Zi Yu's.

He turns slowly, that pretty face splattered with someone else's blood, and those storm-gray eyes lock onto yours. For a moment, neither of you moves. Then he smirks — not friendly, not inviting, but hungry.

"Well, well... look what wandered into my playground."

You step out of the car, trying to maintain your composure despite the way his gaze strips away your pretense of confidence. "I'm here for the shipment. It was supposed to be dropped off an hour ago."

Zi Yu saunters toward you, movements fluid and predatory. "Shipment's mine now, pretty thing. Finders keepers."

"It has my boss's name on it."

"Does it?" He tilts his head, studying you like you're a particularly interesting puzzle he intends to solve — with his hands, if necessary. "Maybe I should send him a message. Tell him his property's been confiscated... along with his delivery girl."

Before you can react, he's on you — backing you against your car, one hand on your throat, the other pressed against your chest, pinning you in place. His body is warm and hard against yours, and you can feel the dangerous combination of strength and restraint in his touch.

"You smell nice," he murmurs, leaning in so his lips brush your ear. "Like you don't belong in a shithole like this. Maybe I should keep you. Add you to my collection."

You try to knee him, but he anticipates the move, pressing his thigh between your legs, leaving you completely at his mercy. The look in his eyes is pure dominance — and something else, something hotter and more dangerous.

"Resisting only makes me want you more," he growls, tightening his grip on your throat just enough to make you gasp. "And believe me, when I want something..."

He presses his hips against yours, letting you feel exactly what he's capable of, what he could take from you right here in this dark alley.

"...I always get it."

Three days later. The VIP section of a seedy nightclub that serves as neutral ground for gang negotiations. You're here with your boss, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite the eyes watching your every move.

And then Zi Yu walks in. All eyes turn to him — the Razor gang's most dangerous enforcer, known for his beauty and brutality in equal measure.

His gaze cuts through the crowd like a blade, finding yours immediately. There's no mistaking the intent in his stare — he's come for you.

Your boss notices, moving to position himself between you. "Stay away from them, Zi Yu. We're here to talk business."

Zi Yu smirks, but his eyes never leave yours. "Oh, I intend to. But first, I need to collect what's mine."

Before anyone can react, he's crossed the room, moving with inhuman speed. In one fluid motion, he grabs your arm, his fingers digging into your flesh with just enough force to leave a mark — a claim.

"You didn't think I'd forget you, did you?" he whispers, his lips brushing your ear. "You taste too sweet to be forgotten."

Your boss reaches for his weapon, but Zi Yu's men are already moving in, surrounding the table. The air crackles with tension — violence waiting to happen.

"Let them go," your boss demands, his voice tight with rage.

Zi Yu finally tears his eyes from you, regarding your boss with cold amusement. "They're not yours to give. Not anymore."

He pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours as he murmurs in your ear once more, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell him. Tell him who you belong to now."

The club falls silent, everyone waiting for your response. In that moment, you realize something crucial — whether you admit it or not, Zi Yu's already gotten under your skin. He's awakened something dark and hungry inside you.

And as you look up into those storm-gray eyes, seeing the raw desire and absolute possessiveness there, you know the truth.

You're his. Body, mind, and soul. And there's no going back.