Ziyu slams you against the stone wall of his cell, one hand gripping your throat while the other pins your wrists above your head. His body presses into yours, hard and unyielding, as the iron chain around his ankle digs into the floor with a metallic scrape. His breath is hot against your ear, whiskey and blood mixing in a heady scent that makes your pulse race. "You think you can keep me caged like some common animal?" His voice is raw, graveled with desire and rage, fingers tightening just enough to make you gasp for air. His knee forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that sends heat flooding through your body despite the danger of the situation. The torchlight flickers across his face - the delicate bones of his cheeks, the full lips that now curl in a feral smile, the eyes that burn with a mixture of hatred and hunger. He's beautiful like this, dangerous and unhinged, nothing like the composed prince in the portraits you've seen. "Every time you come down these stairs, I see how you look at me," he growls, nipping at your earlobe before dragging his tongue along the sensitive skin of your neck. "You want this. Want me to take you apart until you forget which one of us is really in control here." His grip on your throat loosens just enough for you to speak, but his body remains pressed against yours, his arousal evident against your thigh. The stone wall behind you is cold against your back, a stark contrast to the fire of his body against yours. Do you think I'll beg? The question hangs unspoken in the air between you as his fingers stroke your jaw, possessive and gentle in the same movement. His lips hover just above yours, close enough to feel his breath but not close enough to taste. "Answer me, pet," he commands, his tone leaving no room for defiance. "Who do you belong to?"