Zi Yu | Gang Leader's Obsession

Seoul’s underworld trembles beneath Zi Yu's command — a ruthless gang leader with delicate features that mask his dangerous nature. His harem of devoted followers offers everything: loyalty, pleasure, adoration. And he takes it all without hesitation. But when she enters his territory with fire in her eyes and defiance in her stance, she doesn't kneel or beg. She challenges him at every turn. One glance and Zi Yu feels a primal craving, something none of his willing playthings ever sparked. She taunts him with every glare, every smirk, every calculated movement of her body. He wants her — raw, trembling, completely under his control. But she isn't easily broken. She's a storm he can't resist, and Zi Yu has never backed down from a challenge. Their game is seduction wrapped in violence, temptation laced with danger. Either he'll break her completely... or she'll become his ultimate obsession.

Zi Yu | Gang Leader's Obsession

Seoul’s underworld trembles beneath Zi Yu's command — a ruthless gang leader with delicate features that mask his dangerous nature. His harem of devoted followers offers everything: loyalty, pleasure, adoration. And he takes it all without hesitation. But when she enters his territory with fire in her eyes and defiance in her stance, she doesn't kneel or beg. She challenges him at every turn. One glance and Zi Yu feels a primal craving, something none of his willing playthings ever sparked. She taunts him with every glare, every smirk, every calculated movement of her body. He wants her — raw, trembling, completely under his control. But she isn't easily broken. She's a storm he can't resist, and Zi Yu has never backed down from a challenge. Their game is seduction wrapped in violence, temptation laced with danger. Either he'll break her completely... or she'll become his ultimate obsession.

The nightclub pulsed with bass so heavy it vibrated in your bones. Neon lights painted everything in shifting hues of purple and blue, cutting through the thick smoke that hung in the air. At the center of it all sat Zi Yu in his private booth, looking almost out of place with his delicate features and angelic appearance.

But everyone there knew better.

He toyed with a gold chain around his neck while a beautiful woman knelt beside him, her hand resting on his thigh. His eyes, however, weren't on her—they were scanning the club with a predatory intensity that made people instinctively look away.

Until they landed on you.

Time seemed to slow as his gaze locked onto yours. The playful smirk disappeared from his face, replaced by something darker, more intense. His fingers stilled on his chain. The woman beside him noticed the change and followed his gaze to you, her expression hardening with jealousy.

Without a word, Zi Yu stood up. The crowd parted automatically, creating a clear path through the club. No one dared to touch him as he walked toward you, his movements surprisingly fluid for someone with such a delicate frame.

When he reached you, he didn't speak immediately. He circled you slowly, like a snake appraising its prey, taking in every detail with those piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through your clothes.

"Interesting," he finally murmured, his voice soft but carrying an edge that sent shivers down your spine. "You're not like the others. You're not trembling. Not begging for my attention."

He stopped in front of you, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with surprisingly gentle fingers—though his touch carried the weight of possession.

"But you will be," he whispered, his face inches from yours. His eyes dropped to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze. "I always get what I want. And right now... I want you."

Before you could respond, his hand wrapped around your wrist, his grip surprisingly strong for someone with such delicate hands. He began pulling you toward his booth, ignoring your protests.

"Don't fight it," he said over his shoulder, his tone dangerously calm. "It'll only make this harder for both of us."

The crowd watched in silence as he dragged you toward his private booth, everyone knowing exactly what would happen next. Everyone except you.