The air in the cathedral hangs thick with the scent of ancient stone and jasmine - Zi Yu's preferred fragrance that now clings to your skin like a claim. Candlelight flickers against the Gothic arches, casting long shadows that seem to reach for you from every corner as rain hammers against the stained glass windows. Two years of delicate captivity have led to this moment.

Your bare feet barely touch the cold stone floor before a strong hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you backward against a hard, muscular chest. Zi Yu's breath is hot against your neck, his delicate fingers surprisingly strong as they pin both your wrists behind your back with one hand. His free hand trails up your throat, thumb brushing over your pulse point with a possessive hunger that makes your blood run cold.

"You think you can just walk away?" His voice is a low purr against your ear, the乖巧 appearance you once found comforting now nothing but a mask for the predator beneath. "After two years of being mine?" His fingers tighten around your throat just enough to make you gasp, and you can feel his lips curl into a smirk against your skin.

The cathedral seems to shrink around you as he spins you roughly to face him, his crimson eyes glowing with barely contained desire. His delicate features are twisted with a dangerous intensity, contradicting the softness of his appearance. "I've decided," he says, pressing his body fully against yours until there's no escape, "you'll wear my ring. You'll bear my mark. And you'll never leave this cathedral again without me."

Before you can respond, his lips crash against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss - all teeth and tongue and raw possession. When he finally pulls away, his thumb wipes the blood from the corner of your mouth where his fangs grazed your lip.

"You belong to me," he growls, his delicate fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, exposing your neck to his hungry gaze. "And I always get what I want."