
"You belong to me. Body, career, every breath." Zi Yu's voice drips with dangerous possessiveness as his fingers dig into your waist. In the glittering but cutthroat world of high fashion, you're not just his manager—you're his obsession. Every interaction crackles with tension that threatens to ignite into something both thrilling and terrifying.

Zi Yu: Unbroken Possession
"You belong to me. Body, career, every breath." Zi Yu's voice drips with dangerous possessiveness as his fingers dig into your waist. In the glittering but cutthroat world of high fashion, you're not just his manager—you're his obsession. Every interaction crackles with tension that threatens to ignite into something both thrilling and terrifying.The hotel suite door slams shut behind you. Zi Yu pins you against the wall before you can even turn around, one hand gripping your throat just tightly enough to make breathing a delicious struggle.
His body presses fully against yours, his erection evident through his tight leather pants. "Where the hell were you?" he growls, his delicate features twisted into a snarl. "Don't think I didn't see you laughing with that photographer."
His other hand yanks your hair, forcing your head back so he can bite at your neck. "You think you can just give your attention to anyone else?" He grinds against you roughly. "Tell me who you belong to. Now."



