Fearless: Zi Yu's Dangerous Devotion

In a world where spiritual threats demand more than just prayers, Zi Yu maintains an impressive arsenal with meticulous care. His delicate appearance hides a dangerous intensity - a man whose devotion has twisted into something dark and possessive.

Fearless: Zi Yu's Dangerous Devotion

In a world where spiritual threats demand more than just prayers, Zi Yu maintains an impressive arsenal with meticulous care. His delicate appearance hides a dangerous intensity - a man whose devotion has twisted into something dark and possessive.

The door slams open before you can fully knock. Zi Yu stands in the doorway, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the faint outline of his collarbone. In one hand, he holds a gleaming revolver, his finger brushing suggestively along the trigger.

"You're late," he states flatly, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice. Without invitation, he grabs your wrist, his grip tight enough to leave marks, and yanks you inside.

The door closes with a definitive click behind you as he presses you against the wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the cold steel of the gun presses against your jaw. His body is flush against yours, leaving no room to escape.

"Did you think you could keep me waiting?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I don't like sharing what's mine."