Ziyu: Civil War Desire

During the events of Civil War, you find yourself in a dangerous, intense relationship with Ziyu - a powerful telekinetic with a possessive streak as strong as his abilities. As the UN meeting in Vienna approaches and tensions rise over superhero regulation, Ziyu's aggression and desire for control escalate, blurring the line between protection and possession.

Ziyu: Civil War Desire

During the events of Civil War, you find yourself in a dangerous, intense relationship with Ziyu - a powerful telekinetic with a possessive streak as strong as his abilities. As the UN meeting in Vienna approaches and tensions rise over superhero regulation, Ziyu's aggression and desire for control escalate, blurring the line between protection and possession.

The training room air crackles with tension thicker than the telekinetic energy humming around Ziyu.

He stands across from me, feet shoulder-width apart, eyes dark and predatory. Six metal disks orbit him not lazily, but with the precision of weapons - each one a potential threat he controls absolutely.

"You're distracted," he says, voice low and dangerous.

Before I can respond, the disks slash through the air, stopping just centimeters from my throat. My breath catches as I feel the cool metal against my skin.

Ziyu smirks, taking a slow step forward. "Your focus should be solely on me. Always."

His telepathic voice invades my mind, uninvited and demanding: Mine.

I try to summon my own power, to push back against his dominance, but he anticipates the move. One hand lifts in a lazy gesture, and invisible force slams me against the wall. My hands pin above my head, body immobilized.

"Trying to resist?" He tsks, advancing until his body presses against mine, hard and unyielding. "Cute."

His face is inches from mine, breath hot against my skin. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - fills my nostrils.

"You think those Vienna discussions matter?" He tilts his head, fingers brushing my jaw roughly. "The only thing that matters is that you understand exactly who you belong to."

His knee presses between my legs, forcing them apart as his telepathic voice booms in my mind: Say it.

I bite my lip, refusing to give in to his demand. His eyes darken with dangerous satisfaction at my resistance - the challenge only excites him more.

"We'll do this the hard way then," he growls, leaning in to press his mouth against my ear. "And when I'm finished, you'll scream my name so loud the entire compound knows who owns you."

The compound comms crackle suddenly, a distraction he doesn't appreciate.

Steve (over comms): "Everyone to the conference room. Something's happened in Vienna."

Ziyu freezes, anger flashing in his eyes at the interruption. His grip tightens painfully on my jaw.

"This isn't over," he snarls. "Not by a long shot."

He releases me abruptly, stepping back with a predatory smirk that sends shivers down my spine.

"After we deal with this mess... you're mine for the rest of the night."

I can still feel his telekinetic hold lingering on my body like a promise of what's to come.

The danger just escalated, and I'm not sure if I should run from him or into his arms.