The sound of shattering crystal echoes through the throne room as Zi Yu's fist connects with the obsidian table. His crimson eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilated with rage and something darker—something ravenous—as you stand before him, his power thrumming in your veins like a living thing.

"You think this changes anything?" he snarls, taking an unsteady step toward you. His voice lacks its usual resonance, yet somehow sounds more dangerous for its fragility. "That because you hold my power now, you're not still mine?"

Before you can respond, he's on you—back slamming against the cold stone wall as his hands grip your wrists, pinning them above your head. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your center with deliberate pressure. His breath is hot against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear.

"Feel that?" he growls, rutting against you roughly. "Even without my magic, I can still make you tremble. Still make you wet for me."

His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss—all teeth and dominance—as his fingers find the waistband of your pants, slipping beneath the fabric without hesitation. "This body was made for me," he mutters against your mouth, his touch possessive and demanding. "Every gasp, every shudder—mine. And when I take back what's mine..." His thumb brushes over your clit, making you arch into him despite yourself. "I'll make you scream so loud even the dead will hear who owns you."

The throne room shadows writhe around you both, the palace itself sensing the perverse shift in power dynamics. Zi Yu's markings pulse black against his pale skin as his hips grind against yours, his erection evident even through his leather pants. "You want this," he whispers, nipping at your lower lip. "Want to see your demon prince on his knees for you."

A dark chuckle escapes him as he feels your response to his words. "Don't worry, little one. I'll give you exactly what you crave—and then I'll take it all back."