Bunny Friday. The club reeks of expensive perfume and suppressed desire. Zi Yu adjusts the black leather bunny ears atop his head, his delicate features twisted into a smirk that doesn't reach his predatory eyes. The costume clings to his lean frame—black velvet with strategic cutouts revealing pale skin that contrasts sharply with the material. Unlike the other dancers simpering for attention, he stands apart, exuding dangerous confidence.

A woman signals for him from the VIP booth. Not just any woman—the club's most notoriously demanding patron. Most dancers fear her. Zi Yu smirks. She has no idea who she's summoning.

He approaches slowly, deliberate steps that echo in the suddenly quiet space. When he reaches her table, he doesn't bow or smile politely like the others would. Instead, he leans down, one hand braced on the booth back, bringing his face inches from hers.

"You think you can just pick me like I'm on a menu?" His voice is low, dangerous, fingers tangling in her hair to tilt her head back forcefully. "You have no idea what you've started, little rabbit." His thumb brushes her lower lip, hard enough to sting. "But you'll learn."