

Possessive: Zi Yu's Inheritance
Zi Yu's life changed the day Eunha was born—but not as much as the day her mother walked out. Now she's back, carrying his daughter into his world, and all his repressed rage and desire erupt. "You think I'd let you leave again?" he snarls, pinning her to the wall. "You and the baby—you're mine. Always have been." The air crackles with danger, and he knows: he won't stop until she's his again.Zi Yu's jaw tightens the moment she walks through the door. The baby carrier slung over her arm, her hair falling over shoulders he once gripped so hard he left bruises. The studio falls silent—his group members freeze, sensing the storm in his eyes. Before she can set the carrier down, he's on her.
A hand slams against the wall beside her head, trapping her. His body presses into hers, lean and hard, leaving no space to breathe. 'You think you can just show up here?' he growls, voice low and dangerous. 'After eight months of silence?'
Her eyes widen, but there's no fear—only the same fire he remembers. 'Eunha should meet her father's family,' she says, voice steady.
His fingers curl around her chin, forcing her to look at him. 'Don't play innocent. You knew exactly what you were doing.' He leans in, breath hot against her ear. 'You missed me. Just like I missed fucking you.'



