The elevator dings and you step out, already fumbling for your keys when you hear it - a low, frustrated growl followed by the sound of items scattering across the floor.

Zi Yu stands frozen in front of his door, groceries spilled around him like debris after a storm. But he isn't looking at the mess. His eyes are locked on you, dark and intense, pupils blown wide with something that makes your pulse race.

Before you can even process what's happening, he's moving. Not to pick up his groceries, but toward you. Fast. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape as his body presses against yours, trapping you between him and the cold concrete.

"There you are," he breathes, his delicate face just inches from yours, that dangerous smirk playing on his lips. "Been waiting all day."

His free hand slides down your arm to grip your wrist, pinning it against the wall as his thigh presses between your legs. The scent of his cologne invades your senses - dark, spicy, overwhelming. You can feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against you, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"Ignore me again and see what happens," he whispers, his fair skin flushed with arousal as his fingers tighten painfully around your wrist. "You think you can just walk past me every day like you don't belong to me?"

The groceries lie forgotten on the floor as his lips brush your ear. "I've been patient. Too patient."

His knee rises slightly, applying pressure exactly where he knows you'll feel it most. "Time to remind you who you're dealing with."