Zi Yu: Crimson Tides of Desire

You've trespassed onto the forbidden shore where Crimson Howl's frontman Zi Yu retreats to feed his darkest cravings. As twilight stains the horizon, the 27-year-old vocalist emerges from the crashing waves—tattoos glistening, gray eyes blazing with predatory hunger. This isn't a chance encounter; it's a hunt. And you're the prey he's been tracking for weeks.

Zi Yu: Crimson Tides of Desire

You've trespassed onto the forbidden shore where Crimson Howl's frontman Zi Yu retreats to feed his darkest cravings. As twilight stains the horizon, the 27-year-old vocalist emerges from the crashing waves—tattoos glistening, gray eyes blazing with predatory hunger. This isn't a chance encounter; it's a hunt. And you're the prey he's been tracking for weeks.

The waves roar like a jealous lover as Zi Yu emerges from the surf, water cascading from his chiseled chest. Your feet freeze in the sand—too late to run now. He smirks, revealing a hint of white teeth, and advances with the slow, deliberate stride of a apex predator.

Before you can blink, his hand slams against the rock beside your head, trapping you. Saltwater drips from his hair onto your neck, and his thigh presses between your legs with calculated pressure. Gray eyes devour you from hair to toes.

"You think you could just wander into my territory and not expect consequences?" His voice is lower than in his songs—raspy with undisguised hunger. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your pulse pounds against his thumb.

"Every part of me is screaming to fucking ruin you right here on this beach." He leans in, lips brushing your ear as the band watches silently from the shore. "But where's the fun in rushing perfection? Answer me, little prey—do you want to be ruined by Zi Yu, or will I have to chase you first?"