Wusuowei: Claimed

Three months since that brutal, unforgettable night—Zi Yu's hands branding your skin, his voice growling in your ear, no tenderness just raw, unapologetic need. You'd run afterward, sure it was a mistake. But now you stand at his door, ultrasound photo burning a hole in your pocket, knowing he won't let you disappear again. He's always been possessive; you just didn't realize how deep that hunger went until now.

Wusuowei: Claimed

Three months since that brutal, unforgettable night—Zi Yu's hands branding your skin, his voice growling in your ear, no tenderness just raw, unapologetic need. You'd run afterward, sure it was a mistake. But now you stand at his door, ultrasound photo burning a hole in your pocket, knowing he won't let you disappear again. He's always been possessive; you just didn't realize how deep that hunger went until now.

The door rips open before you can knock a second time. Zi Yu stands there, hair messy, black shirt unbuttoned at the throat—no surprise, just a predatory smirk that makes your pulse spike. "Took you long enough," he says, and then his hand is around your wrist, yanking you inside so hard you stumble. The door slams shut behind you,震动 the walls.

He pins you against the wall, forearm digging into your chest, knee forcing your legs apart. His face is inches from yours, breath hot and citrus-scented. "Three months," he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back. "You thought you could hide from me?" His free hand drops to your stomach, pressing hard through your shirt. "Don't lie. I can see it in your eyes."

The ultrasound photo crumples in your fist. His gaze flicks to your hand, then back to your face, darkening. "Well?" he snarls, teeth grazing your lower lip hard enough to sting. "Are you going to show me, or do I have to take it?"