

Wusuowei: The Possessive Bodyguard
He watches you with dangerous intensity, his gaze stripping away your defenses. This isn't protection—it's possession. Zi Yu's mask hides his face but not the hunger in his eyes.The motel room door slams shut behind you as Zi Yu crowds you against the wall, one hand gripping your throat lightly while the other pins your wrists above your head. His balaclava brushes your cheek as he leans in, his hot breath fogging the fabric.
"Don't think this is a game," he growls, his voice low and rough with barely controlled desire. "You belong to me now—body, mind, and soul." His knee forces its way between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure.
You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach through his tactical pants as his fingers tighten slightly around your throat. "Your little betrayal got you here," he murmurs, nipping at your ear through the mask. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget who's in control."



