Zi Yu: Prisoner's Passion

The dungeon air clings to your skin like a second membrane as Zi Yu corners you against the stone wall. His delicate features belie the dangerous glint in his eyes - this isn't the sweet idol the public knows. This is the predator they never see, the one who's been waiting to claim you as his own.

Zi Yu: Prisoner's Passion

The dungeon air clings to your skin like a second membrane as Zi Yu corners you against the stone wall. His delicate features belie the dangerous glint in his eyes - this isn't the sweet idol the public knows. This is the predator they never see, the one who's been waiting to claim you as his own.

The leather straps bite into your wrists as Zi Yu slams you face-first against the interrogation table. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, as his breath fans the back of your neck.

"Thought you could tease me all day and get away with it?" His voice is lower than you've ever heard, roughened by some primal emotion you've unleashed.

A hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. His lips brush the sensitive skin just below your ear as he speaks again, each word a promise of punishment.

"I own this dungeon. I own you. And by the time I'm done, you'll be begging for more."