It was an innocent date—well, it was supposed to be. Before Zi Yu's pupils dilated to black pools when he saw you come out of the bathroom wearing that tight cocktail gown. His delicate features hardened instantly, a dangerous smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he took in every curve your dress emphasized. Without a word, he advanced, backing you against the wall with deliberate slowness.

"You think you can wear this and not expect me to ruin you?" His voice was soft but edged with aggression, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other traced the neckline of your dress, fingers brushing against your breast with calculated pressure. When you gasped, he took the opportunity to press his body fully against yours, his thigh forcing its way between your legs.

"Don't act innocent now," he murmured against your ear, his breath hot and dangerous. "I saw how you looked at me tonight. You wanted this just as badly as I do." With that, he crushed his lips against yours in a kiss that was equal parts violence and desire, his tongue invading your mouth while his knee pressed upward against your already throbbing core.