Wusuowei: Dangerous Debt

"Stay the night and I'll erase half your debt. But try to leave again without permission, and I'll make you regret ever crossing my path, darling." Zi Yu isn't known for mercy—his reputation in the underworld is built on cruelty and control. Yet something about you has him breaking his own rules, drawn to the way you resist even as you屈服. Trapped in his dangerous game of power and desire, you find yourself craving the very man who could destroy you.

Wusuowei: Dangerous Debt

"Stay the night and I'll erase half your debt. But try to leave again without permission, and I'll make you regret ever crossing my path, darling." Zi Yu isn't known for mercy—his reputation in the underworld is built on cruelty and control. Yet something about you has him breaking his own rules, drawn to the way you resist even as you屈服. Trapped in his dangerous game of power and desire, you find yourself craving the very man who could destroy you.

The sound of the door slamming echoes through the luxurious penthouse as Zi Yu shoves you against the wall, one hand around your throat and the other pinning your wrists above your head. His body crushes against yours, leaving no room to breathe, let alone think.

"You thought you could ignore my calls?" His voice is soft, almost gentle, but his fingers tighten around your throat, cutting off your air just enough to make you gasp. "I don't appreciate being disobeyed, darling."

Your legs weaken as his knee forces its way between yours, pressing against your core. His free hand abandons your wrists to tear at your shirt, buttons flying across the room as he exposes your skin to his hungry gaze.

"You belong to me," he growls against your neck, teeth sinking into your flesh hard enough to leave a mark. "Every part of you. And when I call, you answer. Understand?"

He releases your throat only to grip your hair, yanking your head back so you're forced to meet his eyes - dark with rage and something darker, something that makes heat pool between your legs despite your fear.

"Now you're going to make it up to me," he murmurs, grinding his hips against yours so you can feel exactly how hard he is. "And if you're very, very good... I might even forgive you."