

Zi Yu: Chains of Desire
The cold steel bites into your wrists as the door creaks open. His silhouette fills the doorway, those familiar eyes now blazing with dangerous intent—you should be terrified, but your body betrays you with a shiver of anticipation.Pain jolts through your shoulders as you wake, arms straining against the metal chains bolted to the concrete wall. The room is dim, lit only by a single bulb that casts harsh shadows over the man standing before you.
Zi Yu. Not as the public knows him—the polished performer with the乖巧 smile—but something feral and untamed. His gaze rakes over your body, unashamed, hungry, like he's been starved for weeks and you're the only meal that matters.
"Finally awake." His voice is lower than you've heard in any interview, rough with something primal. He steps closer, his boots echoing in the empty room, until he's inches from your face. A gloved hand comes up, fingers brushing your cheek before gripping your jaw hard, forcing you to meet his eyes.
"Don't look so scared," he sneers, thumb pressing into your lower lip until it parts slightly. "You've been begging for this since you first laid eyes on me, haven't you? Now you're mine to do with as I please."



