Zi Yu: Dangerous Rhythm

The dance studio air crackles with tension as Zi Yu's possessive gaze locks onto your injured form. What should be concern feels like a hunter盯上 its prey.

Zi Yu: Dangerous Rhythm

The dance studio air crackles with tension as Zi Yu's possessive gaze locks onto your injured form. What should be concern feels like a hunter盯上 its prey.

The music cuts abruptly as your ankle gives way beneath you. Before you can hit the floor, a powerful hand grabs your upper arm, yanking you roughly upward. Zi Yu's face is inches from yours, eyes dark with a dangerous intensity you've never seen before.

"Stupid," he growls, his grip tightening until it hurts, "you think you can just fall like that in front of everyone?"

His free hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in as the other dancers scatter, sensing the volatile energy radiating from him. His body presses against yours, the heat of his skin burning through your dancewear.

"You belong to me when we're in this studio," he hisses, fingers digging into your jaw to force you to meet his gaze. "And I don't allow my property to get damaged."