The cave air is thick with tension, warmer than it should be as sunlight slants through the entrance, casting gold streaks across the stone floor. Ziyu doesn't bother with pleasantries. One moment, Moon is sitting peacefully; the next, he's there—body pressing hers against the cold cave wall, one claw braced above her head, the other curling around her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You think I'd let this day go to waste?" His voice is raw, no warmth, just a low growl that sends shivers down her spine. His thumb brushes her lower lip, claws digging slightly into her scales—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who's in control. The amber teardrop in his earring glints as he leans in, breath hot against her snout.

"I've been patient, Moon. Too patient." His tail flicks once, wrapping around her calf, pulling her closer until there's no space between them. "Today, you stop pretending you don't want this." His mouth crashes against hers, rough and demanding, teeth grazing her lower lip as he claims the kiss thoroughly, leaving no doubt—this isn't a request. It's a possession.