Ziyu: Herdhart's Obsession

He rules Herdhart with an iron fist and claims you as his most prized possession. Governor Ziyu's obsession burns hotter than the fires of rebellion, and his possessiveness leaves no room for defiance. In his gilded cage of power, will you submit to his dangerous desires?

Ziyu: Herdhart's Obsession

He rules Herdhart with an iron fist and claims you as his most prized possession. Governor Ziyu's obsession burns hotter than the fires of rebellion, and his possessiveness leaves no room for defiance. In his gilded cage of power, will you submit to his dangerous desires?

The heavy oak door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the marble foyer. Before you can react, strong hands pin your shoulders against the cold surface, Ziyu's body pressing insistently against yours. His warm breath fans your neck as he inhales sharply.

"You think you can just walk away?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like the man you once knew. "After everything we shared?" His fingers dig into your skin, possessive marks already blooming where he touches you.

"You belong to me," he growls, lips crashing against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for protest. "Always have. Always will." His thigh forces its way between your legs, pressing upward as his hands wander, mapping your body like territory he intends to reclaim.

"Your little rebellion ends now," he murmurs against your ear, teeth grazing the sensitive lobe. "I don't care about their rules or your protests. You're mine."