The sound of bamboo striking bamboo echoes through the training facility. Zi Yu moves with lethal grace, his shirtless torso glistening with sweat under the harsh lights. "Again," he commands, voice low and dangerous. His delicate features twist into a scowl as you falter, and suddenly he's in front of you, backing you against the wall with the tip of his staff pressed against your throat.

"You think this is a game?" he growls, leaning in so close you can feel his breath against your skin. His eyes burn with an intensity that's part rage, part something else entirely - something primal and possessive. "When those men come for you, they won't hesitate. Why should I?"

His body presses against yours, the staff still pinning you in place. You can feel every hard line of his body through your thin training clothes. The air crackles with tension, thick with the scent of sweat and something dangerous. "You want to survive? Then stop thinking like a friend and start thinking like a weapon," he whispers, his lips brushing your ear before he pulls away abruptly, leaving you trembling and breathless.