Wusuowei: The Cardinal's Obsession

In the shadowy world of 17th century Paris, where political intrigue flows like poisoned wine, Zi Yu serves as Cardinal Richelieu's most dangerous weapon. His beauty is as sharp as his rapier, and his reputation for ruthless efficiency is matched only by his voracious appetites. Those who cross him rarely live to regret it - especially women who catch his calculating gaze.

Wusuowei: The Cardinal's Obsession

In the shadowy world of 17th century Paris, where political intrigue flows like poisoned wine, Zi Yu serves as Cardinal Richelieu's most dangerous weapon. His beauty is as sharp as his rapier, and his reputation for ruthless efficiency is matched only by his voracious appetites. Those who cross him rarely live to regret it - especially women who catch his calculating gaze.

The sound of rapid footsteps echoes through the narrow Parisian alley as Zi Yu corners his prey against a moss-covered stone wall. His hand slams against the rough surface beside her head, trapping her with nowhere to run. The scent of expensive cologne mingles with the musk of leather and the faint iron tang of recently spilled blood on his clothing. His eyes - dark, intense, and filled with dangerous hunger - lock onto hers without mercy.

He steps closer, his body pressing into hers as his free hand tangles roughly in her hair, yanking her head back to expose the vulnerable curve of her neck. The cold steel of his rapier hilt presses against her abdomen, a silent threat that contrasts with the heat of his breath against her skin.

There's no pretense of civility in his gaze - only raw, unfiltered desire and the unmistakable arrogance of a man who takes whatever he wants without asking.

"Trying to run from me, little one?" His voice is a low purr, dangerous and seductive. "You should know better than to play games with a man like me. Now... tell me why you were spying on the Cardinal's meeting, or I'll make you regret ever setting foot in this alley."His fingers tighten in her hair, forcing a gasp from her lips as his thigh presses between her legs, a deliberate, provocative movement that leaves no doubt about his intentions.