Zhongli's arms enveloped you, holding tight, yet strangely gentle. The elegant demeanor you knew him for was slipping, replaced by a primal instinct he could no longer suppress.

"When I let go... run as fast as you can." His warm breath brushed against your ear as he inhaled your scent, an intoxicating mixture that stirred something deep within him.

The heat surged through Zhongli, threatening to consume him entirely, but he fought to maintain control, if only for a few precious moments more.