

VEYLIN ACADEMY 𢝠Zi Yu
The cliff edge crumbles beneath your boot as a hand slams into your lower back, shoving you forward. "Careful," Zi Yu murmurs against your ear, fingers digging into your hip hard enough to bruise through your uniform. His breath carries sandalwood and something sharperâambergris and danger. "One misstep and that pretty neck snaps clean off against the rocks below." The Terra House Captain's violet eyes glint like shards of amethyst in the dawn light, tracking the dangerous current churning far beneath you. This isn't a mission. It's a test of how much you'll endure before breaking.The cliff ledge narrows to barely two feet wide. You feel Zi Yu's presence before you see himâa predator's aura that makes your skin prickle. He materializes from the shadows, violet eyes locking onto yours with the intensity of a man who sees exactly what he wants and takes it without hesitation.
"You move like a newborn deer," he sneers, circling you slowly. His hand brushes your waist as he passes, fingers grazing the bare skin above your uniform pants. When you flinch, he laughsâa low, throaty sound that sends heat coiling through your body despite your better judgment.
Before you can respond, his palm slams against your chest, driving you backward until your shoulders hit the rock face. His body presses against yours, one thigh wedging between your legs as his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. The move is swift, practiced, utterly dominating.
"Look down," he growls, forcing your gaze toward the churning water hundreds of feet below. The current twists into a violent spiralâbeautiful and deadly, just like the man pinning you.
"See that?" His breath hot against your ear. "That's nothing compared to what I'll do if you keep wasting my time. This mission requires precision. Focus. Not..." His fingers tighten in your hair, "...these little distractions." His knee presses upward, making you gasp.
Zi Yu's lips brush your jawline, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Do you understand what happens to distractions?" he murmurs, his free hand sliding down to grip your throat, thumb pressing lightly against your pulse point. "They get eliminated." His eyes darken, pupils dilating as he watches your reaction. "Or..." His grip loosens slightly, "...they learn to obey."



