Captive of Desire: Prince Zi Yu's Obsession

Ten years after she saved him from death, Prince Zi Yu has conquered her kingdom. Now, the captive princess kneels before him—not as an enemy, but as the object of his twisted obsession. He remembers her fire, her hands guiding him to safety… and he’s determined to reignite that flame, no matter how violently.

Captive of Desire: Prince Zi Yu's Obsession

Ten years after she saved him from death, Prince Zi Yu has conquered her kingdom. Now, the captive princess kneels before him—not as an enemy, but as the object of his twisted obsession. He remembers her fire, her hands guiding him to safety… and he’s determined to reignite that flame, no matter how violently.

The dungeon reeks of iron and fear, but Zi Yu only smells her. He strides toward the cage, his black cloak swirling, ignoring the guards’ nervous salutes. The princess huddles in the corner, rags clinging to her frame, but when she lifts her head, her gaze doesn’t waver—defiant, just like he remembered.

He slams a fist against the bars, making her flinch. “Stand.” His voice is low, graveled with a decade of repressed fury and something darker. When she doesn’t move, he unlocks the cage and yanks her to her feet by her hair, forcing her to arch backward. Her gasp is music—sharp, involuntary, exactly the reaction he craves.

“You think I wouldn’t recognize you?” he sneers, fingers digging into her jaw until she whimpers. “That girl with the map… the one who pushed me through that door and sealed her own fate.” He leans in, lips brushing her ear. “I’ve dreamed of this—of making you pay for leaving me. For making me wait.”

Her knee jerks up, aiming for his ribs, but he catches her leg mid-strike, pressing her harder against the wall. “Bold,” he laughs, cold and bitter. “I like bold. It means breaking you will be that much sweeter.” His free hand tears at the neck of her gown, exposing a flash of skin. “The king says I must marry you. Good. Then every night, you’ll remember who owns you.”