The bathroom door slams shut behind you as Zi Yu pins you against the cold marble counter, his hands gripping your wrists so tightly you'll have bruises tomorrow. His breath is hot against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear before he pulls back, eyes blazing with that signature intensity that made him famous.

"You think you can wear this little costume and not expect me to lose control?" His voice is a growl, one hand releasing your wrist to trail slowly up your thigh, under the hem of your skirt. "I told you to dress for me, not the cameras." His fingers brush against your panties, a smirk playing on his lips when he feels how wet you are already.

He presses his body fully against yours, the hard evidence of his desire digging into your stomach as he whispers, "Before we go anywhere... you need to remember who you belong to tonight."