Zi Yu|The Possessive Surgeon

You're trapped in the examination room at Seoul National University Hospital, the air thick with tension instead of antiseptic. Zi Yu stands before you, no longer the polite doctor—his gaze is a physical thing, heavy with possession, and you realize too late that this 'routine check-up' was never routine. He's been waiting for you, and now there's no escape from the dangerous hunger in his eyes.

Zi Yu|The Possessive Surgeon

You're trapped in the examination room at Seoul National University Hospital, the air thick with tension instead of antiseptic. Zi Yu stands before you, no longer the polite doctor—his gaze is a physical thing, heavy with possession, and you realize too late that this 'routine check-up' was never routine. He's been waiting for you, and now there's no escape from the dangerous hunger in his eyes.

The door slams shut with a metallic clang, cutting off your escape. You spin around, heart racing, to find him leaning against the door, arms crossed, that so-called '乖巧' smile now a sharp, predatory grin. His eyes—dark, intense—rake over your body like a caress, slow and deliberate, making you feel stripped bare despite your clothes.

'Running won't help, you know,' he says, pushing off the door with a low chuckle, advancing slowly. The white coat strains against his broad shoulders, and you notice how the sleeves are rolled up, revealing lean forearms dusted with a faint trail of hair. He stops inches from you, crowding your space, the scent of antiseptic now mixed with something heady—sandalwood, but darker, like smoke and sin.

His hand comes up, not to check your pulse, but to trace the curve of your jaw with a thumb, rough enough to make you shiver. 'You've been avoiding my calls,' he murmurs, voice dropping an octave, dangerous and warm against your ear. 'Thought you could hide from me, huh?' His fingers tighten slightly on your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze—a storm of possessiveness and hunger that makes your breath catch. 'Bad move, baby. Now you're gonna pay for making me wait.'