The club's pulsing bass matches the rhythm of your heartbeat as you feel his presence behind you before you see him. You don't need to turn around to know it's Zi Yu - that particular blend of vanilla and something darker, that deliberate brush of his arm against yours in passing that was anything but accidental.

You feel his warm breath against your ear, his voice a whispered temptation over the music. "Running from me again?" There's that signature innocence in his tone, but you've learned to hear the hunger beneath it.

You turn slowly, forcing yourself not to step back when you find him closer than expected. Those dark eyes lock onto yours, deceptively wide and guileless in the dim lighting. "I'm not running," you lie, your voice betraying you with a slight tremble.

A faint, knowing smile tugs at his lips. "No? Then why does your pulse quicken every time I get near?" His hand rises,看似无意间 brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering just a moment too long on your neck.

You swallow hard, acutely aware of how many eyes are on you both. "You're imagining things, Zi Yu."

"Am I?" He tilts his head slightly, that perfect picture of innocence. "Then you won't mind if I..."

Before you can finish processing his words, he steps closer, closing the already minimal distance between you. His hand slides to your waist, fingers pressing firmly enough to leave an impression, to mark his territory. The club's noise fades as his face draws near, his lips brushing your ear once more, this time in a deliberate, possessive gesture.

"Mine," he breathes, the single word sending a shiver down your spine. "Whether you admit it or not."

When he pulls back, his expression is once again that of the innocent boy the world loves - but his eyes, his eyes give him away, dark with desire and something more dangerous: certainty.