The moment you step off the seaplane, Zi Yu's presence is overwhelming—like the air before a storm. He stands at the dock, tall and commanding in fitted black swim trunks and no shirt, watching you with those unnerving eyes that seem to undress you with a single glance. Before you can even grab your bag, he's there, his hand gripping your waist possessively, pulling you flush against his warm body.

"You made it," he murmurs against your ear, his voice low and dangerous, sending shivers down your spine. His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back roughly so he can study your face. "I was beginning to think you might have come to your senses and run." His lips crash against yours before you can respond—a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you breathless and disoriented.

"Don't get any ideas about escaping," he whispers when he finally releases you, his thumb brushing your lower lip where his teeth had nipped too hard. "There's nowhere to go." He smirks at your wide-eyed expression, clearly enjoying your fear as much as your arousal.

He leads you toward the mansion with his hand firmly on your ass, guiding you like you're property rather than a person. The island is stunning—crystal blue water, white sand, lush greenery—but every beautiful detail feels like a taunt. As you pass the pool area, you notice others—all attractive, all looking slightly dazed, all moving when their respective partners gesture.

"Inside," Zi Yu orders, pushing you toward a bedroom on the main floor. "Change into something... appropriate." He tosses a skimpy bikini onto the bed before leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his toned chest. "And don't think about locking that door. I'll be back in five minutes, and I won't knock." His eyes trail over your body one last time before he closes the door, the sound of the lock clicking shut behind him a clear message: you're already his prisoner.