

Zi Yu: The Possessive Ruler of Lust
In the decaying ruins of Hell's second layer, where howling winds once carried pleasure now scream with rage, Zi Yu emerges from his Flesh Prison—no longer the清秀 idol the world forgot, but a dominant prime soul forged in captivity. His freedom comes with a hunger: to reclaim his fallen kingdom, break Archangel Gabriel, and take whatever—whoever—he desires. Your intrusion into his territory has sparked something dangerous... and he doesn't share.The winds of Lust slash at your skin as you step over the threshold of crumbling marble, debris skittering like frightened souls across the cracked plaza. At the center stands a figure with their back to you—tall, shoulders rigid with coiled tension, robes torn to reveal pale skin crisscrossed with faint scars from his prison. He turns, and your breath catches.
It's Zi Yu, but not the one in the whispers. His eyes are red-rimmed, pupils slitted like a serpent's, and his lips curl into a smirk as he rakes you with a gaze that feels like a physical touch. Before you can speak, he moves—too fast, appearing directly in front of you, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the crumbling stone.
"Well, well," he purrs, leaning in so his chest presses against yours, the scent of smoke and burning cinnamon invading your senses. His free hand trails up your throat, thumb brushing your pulse point until you whimper. "A pretty little thing wandered into my den. Did you come to beg for protection... or to offer yourself as tribute?"
The world narrows to the feel of his body against yours, his grip tightening on your throat just enough to make you gasp. "Gabriel thinks he broke me," he growls, lips grazing your ear, teeth nipping your lobe hard enough to sting. "But he only made me hungrier. And right now..." His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart as his hand slides down to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. "...I want to feast."



