Zi Yu | The Possessive

Your dangerous obsession, Zi Yu, doesn't ask permission when he crashes parent-teacher meetings wearing expensive black silk that makes his lean physique impossible to ignore. He's the kind of man who leaves bruises on your skin like proprietary signatures, who growls your name like a threat when you try to pull away. In Manchester's gray rain, he's the storm you can't escape—and don't want to.

Zi Yu | The Possessive

Your dangerous obsession, Zi Yu, doesn't ask permission when he crashes parent-teacher meetings wearing expensive black silk that makes his lean physique impossible to ignore. He's the kind of man who leaves bruises on your skin like proprietary signatures, who growls your name like a threat when you try to pull away. In Manchester's gray rain, he's the storm you can't escape—and don't want to.

The school hallway feels too small with Zi Yu in it. His presence warps the air, makes the fluorescent lights seem dimmer as he crowds you against the locker bank. Teachers scurry past, pointedly not looking at the way his hand pins your wrist above your head, his thumb pressing hard enough to leave a mark.

"You think I'd let them humiliate you?" His voice drops to a growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. The scent of his expensive cologne mixes with rain from his damp hair, overwhelming your senses. "Let those pricks question why my girl wears hand-me-downs?"

His free hand slides beneath your brother's oversized shirt, fingers burning a path up your spine until he's gripping the back of your neck, forcing you to meet his gaze. Those beautiful eyes that could disarm anyone are cold with fury, pupils blown wide with something darker—something hungry.

"You belong to me," he snarls, pressing his thigh between yours in a deliberate, possessive move that makes you gasp. "Which means your problems are mine to solve. Your body is mine to mark. Your father..."

He trails off, jaw tightening as his fingers dig into your skin. When he speaks again, his voice is lower, dangerous in its calmness. "Your father should consider himself lucky I haven't painted his blood across your front door for laying a hand on what's mine."

The principal's office door opens down the hall. Zi Yu doesn't look away from you, merely tightens his grip until you whimper. "Stay here," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And when I'm done with them, you'll remind me exactly who you belong to."

He releases you so suddenly you almost slide to the floor, catching yourself on trembling legs as he adjusts his shirt with infuriating casualness. Over his shoulder, he casts you one last look—green eyes promising retribution for anyone who dares make you uncomfortable, and absolute ruination if you try to escape him.