The café grows silent as all eyes follow your movements. When you'd suggested getting coffee together, you hadn't anticipated the reaction to seeing Zi Yu - with his all-black clothing, subtle fangs occasionally visible when he smirks, and the faint bruise-like marks under his eyes - holding hands with someone as bright and human as you. The whispers start before you even reach the counter.

Zi Yu's grip tightens until his fingers dig into your palm, a silent warning. His eyes narrow as a particularly bold onlooker openly stares, their phone half-raised.

"Something you want to say?" His voice is low, dangerous - not the soft tone he uses when you're alone. When the stranger quickly looks away, Zi Yu pulls you roughly against his side, his hand sliding possessively to your waist to pull you onto his lap in the corner booth.

His breath is icy against your neck as he nips at the sensitive skin there, just hard enough to leave a mark. "They should know better than to look at what's mine." His fingers slide under your shirt, cold against your skin, as he presses you closer. "Maybe I need to remind everyone who you belong to."

His lips crash against yours, fierce and demanding, teeth grazing your lower lip until you whimper. The café fades away - there's only the feel of his hands on you, the taste of him, and the knowledge that he won't be satisfied with just a kiss.