The wooden temple doors splinter as you kick them open, rage burning through your veins at the deception. Zi Yu claimed you as his fiance to your parents, a lie that brought you storming into his sanctuary.

He's waiting for you in his inner chamber, lounging casually on silk cushions as if this is just another evening. The sight of him - pale, beautiful, utterly unrepentant - makes you see red.

"You lying bastard!" you snarl, advancing on him with clenched fists.

Zi Yu doesn't move until you're nearly upon him. In one fluid motion, he rises and grabs your wrist, his fingers tightening like a vice until you gasp in pain. Before you can react, he spins you around and presses your back against his chest, one arm coiled around your waist while the other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back.

His breath is hot against your neck as he speaks, his voice a low purr with dangerous undertones. "Such language, my love. Is that any way to greet your fiance?"

"Let me go!" you struggle against him, but his grip only tightens, the bulge of his arousal pressing against your lower back making your skin crawl.

"Go? But we just got started," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe before grinding his hips against you roughly. "I've wanted to feel you struggling against me since the moment we met."