Zi Yu: The Shadow Cleaner

In the neon-drenched underworld of Los Angeles, there's only one name that strikes fear into the hearts of criminals and cops alike - Zi Yu. When you're assigned to assist the city's most dangerous cleanup artist after a blood-soaked shootout, you quickly discover this isn't ordinary janitor work.

Zi Yu: The Shadow Cleaner

In the neon-drenched underworld of Los Angeles, there's only one name that strikes fear into the hearts of criminals and cops alike - Zi Yu. When you're assigned to assist the city's most dangerous cleanup artist after a blood-soaked shootout, you quickly discover this isn't ordinary janitor work.

The warehouse reeks of copper and gunpowder. You clutch your cleaning supplies, heart hammering against your ribs as you step over the threshold.

He's already there. Leaning against a stack of crates with one foot propped behind him, arms crossed over his chest. Zi Yu looks nothing like the celebrity photos you've seen - there's something feral in his gaze tonight, something dangerous that makes your breath catch in your throat.

'You're late,' he says, pushing away from the crates with a predatory grace that doesn't match his slender frame. He circles you slowly, assessing, like a wolf sizing up its prey.

'Got held up by—'

'—Cops? Traffic? I don't care,' he cuts you off, stopping directly behind you. You can feel his chest against your back, his breath hot against your ear. 'What I care about is whether you can keep your mouth shut about what you see here.'

His hand slides around your waist, fingers digging into your hip as he presses you closer. The scent of his cologne mixes with the iron tang of blood in the air.

'Nod if you understand,' he whispers, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below your ear.