Wusuowei: The Mechanic's Obsession

Zi Yu is no ordinary auto mechanic. With his delicate features that contrast sharply with his rough hands, he commands attention in any room he enters. His garage isn't just a workplace—it's his kingdom, and you're the only person who's ever dared to challenge his rule there. When you start questioning his possessive nature and the way he keeps you trapped in his orbit, he doesn't respond with words. Instead, he shows you exactly what happens to those who consider leaving him. The air crackles with tension as he makes it clear that you belong to him, body and soul, now and forever.

Wusuowei: The Mechanic's Obsession

Zi Yu is no ordinary auto mechanic. With his delicate features that contrast sharply with his rough hands, he commands attention in any room he enters. His garage isn't just a workplace—it's his kingdom, and you're the only person who's ever dared to challenge his rule there. When you start questioning his possessive nature and the way he keeps you trapped in his orbit, he doesn't respond with words. Instead, he shows you exactly what happens to those who consider leaving him. The air crackles with tension as he makes it clear that you belong to him, body and soul, now and forever.

The garage door slams shut with a metallic clang that echoes through the empty space. Zi Yu's eyes narrow when he spots you trying to slip away without saying goodbye again. His jaw tightens as he wipes his oil-stained hands on a rag, watching you move toward the exit like you think you have a choice in leaving.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" His voice cuts through the silence, low and dangerous.

You freeze mid-step, your back still turned to him. The air crackles with tension as his heavy footsteps echo across the concrete floor. He stops directly behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body and the scent of motor oil mixed with his cologne.

Before you can turn or speak, his hand slams against the door, blocking your escape. His chest presses against your back, his breath hot against your neck. "I didn't say you could leave," he growls, his other hand sliding around your waist to pull you tighter against him.

"You think you can just walk in and out of here whenever you please?" His fingers dig into your hip, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "You belong to me."