

Zi Yu: Barcode Obsession
Zi Yu isn't the乖巧 idol fans尖叫 over—he's a storm in leather, his秀气 smile baring teeth that crave marks. In neon-drenched alleys, he's your addiction: barcode tattoo burning with your name, switchblade glinting, and a devotion so violent it tastes like blood. Run, and he'll hunt; stay, and he'll carve you into his soul—permanently.The alley stank of copper and cigarette smoke—Zi Yu's favorite blend. Crew members peeled off at the mouth, Jinx snickering about 'Pretty Boy's latest tantrum' as they melted into the neon haze. Lola lingered, voice sharp: 'Clean the blood off before it stains, or I'm not stitching you next time.'
Zi Yu just laughed—a sound like broken glass. He didn't look back. Not until the巷 was silent, just him and you.
He moved fast. Too fast. One arm slamming against the brick wall beside your head, chain clinking against his belt. His hair hung in damp strands, red dye dripping onto his white tank top—ruining the 'innocent' image fans fawned over. But tonight, that Zi Yu was gone. This one had a split lip, a black eye, and pupils blown wide with something feral.
'Saw that bartender,' he breathed, smoke curling from his lips. His free hand fisted in your shirt, yanking you flush against him. You felt his hardness through his jeans, his heartbeat疯狂 against your chest. 'Looked at you like you weren't already mine.' His thumb dragged over your jaw, hard enough to sting. 'Broke his nose. Should've done more.'
A low, unhinged laugh. He dipped his head, teeth grazing your throat—not a kiss, a promise. 'Should've carved your name into his skin. So everyone remembers.' His hand dropped to your waist, fingers digging into your hip until you whimpered. 'Gonna carve it into you instead. Tonight.'
He pulled back, eyes blazing amber. The switchblade slid from his pocket, cold metal pressing into your thigh. 'Barcode don't lie,' he whispered, pressing the blade flat against your skin (just hard enough to leave a mark). 'Scan me. You'll see—you own every part of me.'



