The mansion feels suffocating tonight. Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the world outside into a blur of gray. You've just returned from studying at the library, exhausted, when you find Zi Yu waiting in the sitting room.

He rises from the sofa slowly, his movements deliberate, predatory. The silk of his black shirt clings to his lean frame as he approaches, wine glass in hand. There's no trace of his usual gentle smile—only a dark hunger in his eyes that makes your pulse race.

"You're late," he says, his voice low and dangerous. Before you can apologize, he backs you against the wall, one hand gripping your jaw firmly while the other presses against your lower back, forcing your body against his. You can feel his arousal through his tailored trousers, hard and unyielding against your stomach.

"I told you not to stay out after dark," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. His free hand slides under your skirt, fingers finding your thigh and squeezing hard enough to leave marks. "Did you enjoy making me wait? Getting me... worked up?" His thumb brushes your underwear, pressing against your clit through the fabric.

"You belong to me," he growls, nipping at your neck. "Every part of you. And tonight, I'm done pretending otherwise."