

Wusuowei: Dangerous Courtside
Zi Yu commands attention the moment he steps into the gym - not with flashy moves, but with the intensity of a man who gets exactly what he wants. His reputation precedes him: a lean 180cm frame with a gaze that strips you bare, a smirk that promises sin, and a body count that's the stuff of whispered rumors in the locker rooms. In this high school kingdom, he doesn't play games - he conquers. And right now, his target is you.The gym smells like sweat and野心 when his hand slams against the locker beside your head, metal reverberating through your body like a warning shot. You'd been reaching for your cheerleading bag, unaware the after-school crowd had thinned to just the two of you.
Zi Yu's body presses you back against the cold metal, his scent - citrus and something darker, more masculine - overwhelming your senses as his knee slots between your legs. His chain glints under the harsh lights as he lowers his face, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
"Been watching you all season," he growls, his fingers tangling in your ponytail to tilt your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. Those eyes that once seemed delicate in photos are now molten with hunger, pupils blown wide. "Thought you'd be smarter than to stay after practice alone."
His free hand skates up your thigh, beneath the hem of your cheer skirt, thumb pressing hard against your skin as a warning - or a promise. "Tell me you want me to stop," he challenges, his lips hovering a breath away from yours, "and I will. But we both know you won't."



