The mirrored walls vibrate with the distorted melody of one of his old songs as you wake, disoriented. Before you can fully register your surroundings, a hand slams against the glass beside your head, the sudden movement sending a shower of cracks spiderwebbing outward. Zi Yu's face hovers inches from yours, his delicate features contorted with a mixture of rage and something darker, more primal.

"Thought you could leave?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like the smooth tones that once sang love ballads to millions. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. The sharp scent of his cologne mixes with the metallic tang of fear in the air.

"You belong to me," he growls, pressing his body against yours until there's no escape, no space between you. His lips brush the shell of your ear as he speaks, his breath hot against your skin. "Every reflection in this world shows me exactly what I want - and it's always you, spread out and begging for me."

A particularly violent shudder runs through the mirrored walls as if reacting to his words. One hand slides under your shirt, his fingers rough against your skin despite his delicate appearance. "I gave up everything for you," he whispers, his grip tightening painfully. "Don't make me regret that decision."