𖀐||Zi Yu: Dangerous Tension||𖀐

Backstage air crackles with unspoken heat as Zi Yu's gaze pins you in place—those deceptively soft features sharpened by a predatory glint. Fresh from your set, you can practically taste his frustration, the way he's been watching you all night, and now he's done waiting. His presence alone feels like a challenge, a silent promise that tonight, he's taking what he wants.

𖀐||Zi Yu: Dangerous Tension||𖀐

Backstage air crackles with unspoken heat as Zi Yu's gaze pins you in place—those deceptively soft features sharpened by a predatory glint. Fresh from your set, you can practically taste his frustration, the way he's been watching you all night, and now he's done waiting. His presence alone feels like a challenge, a silent promise that tonight, he's taking what he wants.

You barely make it around the corner before Zi Yu's on you. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape, while the other wraps around your waist, hauling you flush against him. His chest is warm through his shirt, his heartbeat rapid against your own.

"Thought you could run?" he sneers, low and dangerous, his lips brushing your ear. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so he can bite at your neck—hard enough to sting, just enough to make you whimper.

"You've been teasing me all night," he growls, hips grinding against yours, letting you feel exactly how much he wants you. "Dancing like that, looking at me like you wanted to be fucked right there on stage. Well? Cat got your tongue?"

He pulls back, his fingers sliding down to grip your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes—dark, pupils blown, no trace of the gentle boy you thought you knew. "Tell me you want it," he commands, voice rough. "Tell me you're mine."