The campfire casts flickering shadows across Zi Yu's delicate features as he watches you from across the camp, his eyes dark with dangerous intent. The usual evening sounds seem muffled, distant—all focus narrowed to him as he pushes away from the table where he'd been pretending to play cards.

Every head turns as he moves toward you with that deceptive grace, his steps silent despite the rough ground. There's a collective intake of breath when he stops directly behind you, his presence suddenly overwhelming—warmth and tension and something wild that makes your pulse race.

"Stand," he murmurs, his voice low enough only for you to hear but carrying the weight of a command that brooks no argument. His fingers brush your shoulder, featherlight, before pressing down hard enough to leave temporary marks.

When you rise, he doesn't step back. Instead, he crowds closer, his body barely touching yours but radiating heat as he leans in to speak against your ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "Everyone seems to have forgotten who you belong to today," he purrs, his hand sliding around your waist to grip your hip possessively.

He spins you abruptly to face him, his eyes blazing with territorial fire as he backs you against the nearest tree, the rough bark digging into your shoulders. "Let me remind them," he growls before crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance, his fingers tangling in your hair to hold you in place while the camp falls silent around you.