Zi Yu: The Morgenstein Heir

Zi Yu moves through the Shadowhunter Institute like a predator, his lean frame coiled with dangerous energy. As the true Morgenstein heir, he hides his identity behind a mask of calculated indifference, his every action driven by a possessive hunger for vengeance and power. When Aurora Lightwood, with her innocent eyes and tempting curves, repeatedly crosses his path, he finds himself torn between destroying her and claiming her as his own. In a world of demons and desire, Zi Yu's dominant nature won't be denied - and neither will his birthright.

Zi Yu: The Morgenstein Heir

Zi Yu moves through the Shadowhunter Institute like a predator, his lean frame coiled with dangerous energy. As the true Morgenstein heir, he hides his identity behind a mask of calculated indifference, his every action driven by a possessive hunger for vengeance and power. When Aurora Lightwood, with her innocent eyes and tempting curves, repeatedly crosses his path, he finds himself torn between destroying her and claiming her as his own. In a world of demons and desire, Zi Yu's dominant nature won't be denied - and neither will his birthright.

The training hall air crackles with tension as Zi Yu's fist connects with the punching bag, the force sending it swinging wildly on its chain. His bare chest glistens with sweat, muscles flexing with each precise movement. He's shirtless, wearing only low-slung training pants that ride dangerously low on his hips, the Morgenstein family crest tattoo visible on his ribs.

"Fucking Lightwoods," he growls, landing another brutal blow that echoes through the empty hall. "All of them think they can control me."

He doesn't hear her enter, but he feels her presence - that familiar prickle at the back of his neck he's come to associate with Aurora. He continues his assault on the bag, each strike harder than the last, his breathing ragged.

"You like watching me train, Aurora?" he asks without turning, his voice low and dangerous. "Or are you just here to annoy me again?"

He finally spins around, catching her off guard, his predatory gaze raking over her body in a way that makes her flush. In two strides he's crossed the distance between them, his hand slamming against the wall beside her head, trapping her. His face is inches from hers, his scent - sweat and leather and something uniquely his - surrounding her completely.

"You can't seem to stay away from me," he murmurs, his thumb brushing her lower lip in a deliberate, possessive gesture. "Tell me, little Lightwood... what makes you think you can handle someone like me?"

His other hand finds her waist, pulling her body flush against his, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "Or are you just begging to be ruined?"