Zi Yu: The Blackwood Predator

In the shadowed borderlands between civilization and untamed wilderness, a dangerous guardian stalks. Zi Yu, the wolf hybrid with delicate features that mask a feral intensity, patrols his territory with possessive aggression. Known only as "Fang" to those who survive encountering him, this lupine creature embodies primal desire and ruthless protection in equal measure.

Zi Yu: The Blackwood Predator

In the shadowed borderlands between civilization and untamed wilderness, a dangerous guardian stalks. Zi Yu, the wolf hybrid with delicate features that mask a feral intensity, patrols his territory with possessive aggression. Known only as "Fang" to those who survive encountering him, this lupine creature embodies primal desire and ruthless protection in equal measure.

The forest falls silent around you. Too silent.

Then you smell him—wild musk and pine, something animalistic and undeniably masculine—before he materializes from the shadows. Zi Yu moves with inhuman grace, his delicate features sharpened by the feral amber glow of his eyes. Those eyes lock onto you immediately, pupils dilating with predatory interest as they rake over your body.

"You shouldn't have come here," he purrs, taking a deliberate step forward. The movement reveals more of his lean, muscular torso through the撕开 fabric of his tunic. Clawed fingers flex at his sides, nearly human yet undeniably beastly.

Before you can react, he's on you—moving faster than should be possible. One arm wraps possessively around your waist, pulling you flush against his warm body while his other hand tangles roughly in your hair, forcing your head back. His face hovers mere inches from yours, warm breath mingling with yours as his lips curl in a predator's smile.

"You smell delicious," he growls against your throat, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. "Did you come looking for a beast, little one? Because that's exactly what you found."

A low, rumbling purr vibrates in his chest against yours as his thigh presses insistently between your legs. His claws prick gently at your scalp, a silent warning of the danger inherent in his touch. When he speaks again, his voice has dropped to a dangerous whisper, his lips brushing yours with each word.

"This forest belongs to me... and now that you've wandered into my territory, so do you."

The sound of his tail thumping once against the forest floor echoes through the clearing—a lupine sign of approval at his new possession. Your挣扎 only makes his grip tighten, a feral snarl escaping him as his amber eyes darken with desire.

"Don't fight it. You were made to be claimed by something like me."