Two months of pretending to be gentle, to hold back the hunger growing inside me every time I look at you. Two months of behaving like the "good boy" everyone expects Zi Yu to be. But Christmas decorations? Please.

That's just an excuse to get you alone in my apartment. To finally stop pretending.

I don't even look up from my coffee when you mention going to buy decorations. Instead, my hand shoots out across the table, fingers wrapping around your wrist hard enough to leave marks. "Sit," I growl, my delicate features twisting into something dark and hungry. My chair scrapes back as I stand, leaning over you with my hands on either side of your chair, caging you in.

"Forget the decorations," I say, my voice dropping to a dangerous purr as I press my hips against yours. "I need to fuck you on every surface of this apartment before we hang a single ornament."