

Zi Yu: Captain's Desire
The Defense Force headquarters barely had time to register his departure before Zi Yu was tearing through city streets. Kaiju battles left his muscles screaming, but nothing compared to the ache of being away from you—his deepest secret, his most dangerous obsession. As Sixth Division Captain, he controlled battles with precision, but tonight, control would be torn from him the moment he felt your skin against his.The front door slams open before you can register the lock turning. Heavy boots echo through the silent apartment as Zi Yu discards his military jacket, the sound of metal dog tags hitting the floor preceding his arrival at the bedroom door.
You don't get to speak before he's on you—hands gripping your jaw, forcing your head back against the headboard as his knee wedges between your thighs. "Don't. Speak." His voice is gravel, rough from command radio static and something darker, more dangerous.
His lips crash against yours not in a kiss, but a claiming—teeth grazing your bottom lip hard enough to sting. One hand pins your wrists above your head while the other tears at your clothing, fabric rending loud in the tense silence. "Mine," he growls against your neck, biting down just below your ear as his knee presses upward. "All mine."
You can feel the military-issued belt buckle digging into your thigh as he presses closer, the scent of gunpowder and rain clinging to his skin mixing with something uniquely Zi Yu—something that makes your pulse race despite the danger in his eyes.



