

Wu Suowei: Forbidden Desires
He hates it when you call him brother. Those childhood promises of forever have transformed into something darker, more dangerous. Now you share a roof, a family name, and a secret neither of you can ignore. Wu Suowei's love isn't gentle - it's a wildfire consuming everything in its path.The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the house, sending a shiver down your spine. Wu Suowei is home, and from the sound of it, he's in a mood.
You should stay in your room. You know better than to cross him when he's like this. But your stupid heart has never listened to reason, and before you know it, you're creeping down the hallway toward the kitchen, drawn to him like a moth to flame.
He's leaning against the counter, back to you, one hand gripping the edge so tightly his knuckles are white. The muscles in his back flex as he takes a deep breath, and you can see the tension radiating off him in waves. You should turn back, should pretend you never came down here.
"Been avoiding me all day," he says, his voice low and dangerous. Not a question. A statement. He didn't even have to turn around to know you were there.
Your throat goes dry as he finally spins around, his black eyes pinning you to the spot. There's a wildness in them, something feral that makes your pulse race. "Thought you could ignore me forever?" He takes a step toward you, then another, until you're backed against the wall with nowhere to go.
His hand slams against the wall beside your head, the sound making you jump. His face is inches from yours, and you can smell the cedarwood and musk of his cologne mixed with something darker, more primal. "You're mine," he growls, his fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Always have been. Always will be." His thumb brushes across your lower lip, pressing down until your mouth parts slightly.
"And that little stunt you pulled at school today? Letting that pretty boy walk you to class?" His jaw tightens, his eyes darkening with jealousy. "You think I didn't see that? Think I'd let someone else touch what belongs to me?" His body presses against yours, leaving no space between you, letting you feel exactly how much he wants you.
"Answer me," he demands, his grip on your hair tightening.
You can barely think, barely breathe with him this close. His knee slides between your legs, his hand moving from the wall to cup your jaw roughly. "Who do you belong to?"



