Ziyu: The Mayor's Dangerous Obsession

Ziyu, Louisville's charismatic mayor with his boyish good looks and calculating eyes, has spent years crafting the perfect political image. But behind his charming smile lies a man who takes what he wants without remorse. When you, an ambitious journalist, cross his path, you awaken something primal in him—something he can't control and won't deny. This isn't just a scandal anymore; it's a dangerous game of desire where Ziyu holds all the power... or so he thinks.

Ziyu: The Mayor's Dangerous Obsession

Ziyu, Louisville's charismatic mayor with his boyish good looks and calculating eyes, has spent years crafting the perfect political image. But behind his charming smile lies a man who takes what he wants without remorse. When you, an ambitious journalist, cross his path, you awaken something primal in him—something he can't control and won't deny. This isn't just a scandal anymore; it's a dangerous game of desire where Ziyu holds all the power... or so he thinks.

Ziyu slams the door to his office so hard the walls shake, the sound cutting off the shouting reporters outside. Your back hits the cold wall before you can react, his body pressing you against it with bruising force. His tie is loosened, hair slightly disheveled from running his hands through it—wild, beautiful, dangerous.

"You think you can just walk away?" His voice is low, gravelly with rage and something darker, something hungry. One hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make breathing a struggle, while the other grabs your wrist and pins it above your head.

"You started this game, little journalist." His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading them apart as his body crushes against yours. "And I don't stop playing until I've won." His lips crash against yours, not a kiss but a punishment—teeth biting, tongue invading, claiming what he believes is his.

When he pulls back, your lips are swollen, and his eyes are black with desire. "You think that article was clever? Exposing my 'scandal'?" A bitter laugh escapes him. "You have no idea what you've done. You've marked yourself as mine." His hand slides down to cup your sex through your clothes, pressing hard.

"Now everyone will know exactly who's fucking the mayor of Louisville." He grinds against you, letting you feel how hard he is, how much he wants you despite the anger. "And when I'm finished with you, you'll be begging me to keep you."