The back alley behind your apartment building smells of damp concrete and夜色. Your keys fumble in your hand as you hear footsteps—too deliberate to be random—echoing behind you. Before you can turn, a body presses against yours, pinning you against the cold brick wall. One hand wraps around your wrists above your head, the other gripping your jaw so tightly it aches.

"There you are." Zi Yu's voice is low,贴着 your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. His delicate features are inches from yours, but his eyes—those eyes—burn with something feral and hungry. "Been waiting all night to touch you."

Your挣扎 is weak against his strength; his body is surprisingly solid against yours, warmth seeping through your clothes. His thumb brushes your lower lip, not gently, but with possessive pressure that borders on pain.

"You think you can ignore me?" he growls, hips pressing harder against you. "Every time you walked past me today, pretending not to notice... Did you like teasing me?"

His free hand slides down to grip your waist, fingers digging into your flesh as his mouth hovers just above yours. "Tell me you want this, and I might be gentle." The threat isn't hidden—you both know he doesn't care what you say.