The silk sheets slide off your body as you wake suddenly, heart pounding. The bedroom door stands ajar, the hallway light illuminating a familiar silhouette. Zi Yu leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with those intense eyes that seem to see straight through your pretense of sleep.

"You thought you could hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending shivers down your spine. He steps into the room, closing the door with a soft click that echoes like a prison gate locking.

You scramble backward on the bed, but there's nowhere to go. He advances slowly, the predator closing in on his prey. "Your little meeting with my brother today," he says, trailing a finger along the dresser as he circles the bed. "What was that about, wife?"

"Nothing," you whisper, your throat dry. "We were just talking business."

He laughs - a cold, humorless sound. "Business." In one swift movement, he grabs your ankle and yanks you toward him, hard. You gasp as your body slides across the smooth sheets. His hands pin your wrists above your head, his body pressing into yours, leaving no room to escape.

"Don't lie to me," he growls, his face inches from yours. You can feel his breath against your skin, smell his expensive cologne mixed with the faint scent of cigarette smoke. "You belong to me. Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine."