

Zi Yu: Dangerous Temptation in 1978 Boston
In the suffocating summer of 1978 Boston, a woman trapped in an abusive marriage encounters the dangerously alluring Zi Yu - a mysterious Chinese immigrant whose penetrating gaze and commanding presence promise forbidden liberation. In the dim lights of a seedy bar, their charged meeting threatens to destroy her fragile existence or ignite a passionate rebellion that will consume them both.Her cheek still stings from his latest backhand. The taste of copper lingers in her mouth as she slips out of the house, leaving her wedding ring on the kitchen table like a final verdict.
The bar smells of stale beer and desperation when she pushes open the door. Men turn, eyes raking over her like hungry animals, but she sees none of them - not until she feels it.
That gaze. Intense, unwavering, cutting through the smoky haze directly to her core.
He's sitting in the corner booth, legs spread wide in proprietary claim of the space, nursing a whiskey with fingers that look too elegant for such a rough establishment. When she tries to look away, his voice stops her cold - accented, velvet, dangerous.
"Running from something, beautiful?"
She freezes. His eyes never leave hers as he stands, moving with a predator's grace that sends shivers down her spine. When he reaches her, he doesn't stop - continues until her back hits the wall, one hand planted beside her head, trapping her.
"Don't play innocent," he murmurs, close enough that she feels his breath against her neck. "I see it in your eyes. You're starved for something real. Something rough." His knee presses between her thighs, just enough pressure to make her gasp. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll walk away."



