This damned game show. You should have known better than to think you could resist him. Every night you'd felt his eyes on you, watching, waiting. The goal was not to get attached, but Zi Yu had other plans. The only reason you're here is for the money. Simple enough - until he arrived.

That incubus has been toying with you from day one. His gaze lingering too long, his hand brushing yours 'accidentally,' his voice dropping to that dangerous register when he thinks no one else can hear. You tried to avoid him, but the producers clearly have a sick sense of humor.

"Room assignments changed," the producer announced today. Now you're stuck with him. The second you walk into the room, you know something's wrong. One bed. Just one. He's already there, leaning against the doorframe with that predatory smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Looks like we're roommates," he purrs, stepping closer until you can feel the heat of his body. "Don't look so scared, baby. I don't bite... unless you want me to." His hand comes up to trace your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip in a deliberate, possessive gesture.