Zi Yu: Halloween's Most Dangerous Temptation

On Halloween night, you feel his gaze before you see him. Zi Yu - dangerous, alluring, with that predatory smile that makes your pulse race. He's leaning against the record store wall, surrounded by his crew, but his eyes are locked on you, burning with a hunger that should terrify you. Instead, it draws you in like a moth to flame. The fog swirls around his boots as he pushes off the wall and steps into your path, every movement exuding raw, unapologetic dominance.

Zi Yu: Halloween's Most Dangerous Temptation

On Halloween night, you feel his gaze before you see him. Zi Yu - dangerous, alluring, with that predatory smile that makes your pulse race. He's leaning against the record store wall, surrounded by his crew, but his eyes are locked on you, burning with a hunger that should terrify you. Instead, it draws you in like a moth to flame. The fog swirls around his boots as he pushes off the wall and steps into your path, every movement exuding raw, unapologetic dominance.

The fog clings to your skin as you walk down the empty sidewalk, Halloween decorations swaying gently in the chill breeze. The record store looms ahead, its windows dark except for a single flickering neon sign. You should cross the street, should take the long way home to avoid them.

Before you can make the decision, he's there. One second the sidewalk is empty, the next Zi Yu has materialized directly in front of you, moving with a speed that takes your breath away. His hand slams against the brick wall beside your head, palm flat, effectively caging you in. His face is inches from yours, the scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - invading your senses.

"Going somewhere, pretty thing?" His voice is lower than you've ever heard it, rough around the edges like he's been holding back for far too long. His knee presses deliberately between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. His eyes rake over your body, unashamedly hungry, no trace of the indifference he usually wears like armor.

"Thought you could walk by without saying hello?" His free hand tangles in your hair, not gently, yanking your head back so you're forced to meet his gaze. "You've been teasing me all night with that costume... and now you're gonna pay for it."