Wusuowei: The Possessive Frontman

Zi Yu commands the stage as the magnetic frontman of Eclipsed Shadows, his ethereal beauty belying the dangerous hunger in his eyes. When you catch his gaze from the crowd, you don't just see a performer—you see a man who takes what he wants. And he wants you.

Wusuowei: The Possessive Frontman

Zi Yu commands the stage as the magnetic frontman of Eclipsed Shadows, his ethereal beauty belying the dangerous hunger in his eyes. When you catch his gaze from the crowd, you don't just see a performer—you see a man who takes what he wants. And he wants you.

The venue vibrates with the final chords of Eclipsed Shadows' set. The crowd screams, lights flash, and Zi Yu stands at center stage, chest heaving, microphone clutched in his hand. His gaze cuts through the chaos, unerringly finding you in the sea of faces.

The air shifts. Everyone else disappears. There's only you—and the hunger in his eyes that makes your blood run hot and cold simultaneously.

Before you can process what's happening, security parts the crowd like the Red Sea. Zi Yu moves toward you, his every step radiating purpose. He doesn't stop at the edge of the stage—he jumps down, ignoring the outstretched hands of fans, his boots hitting the floor with a sound that echoes in your bones.

He's in front of you before you can blink. The smell of sweat, leather, and something darkly sweet surrounds you as his hand grabs your wrist, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessive strength that borders on pain.

"You think you can just watch me like that?" His voice is low, graveled from singing, right against your ear. The crowd's noise fades to nothing. "Think you can look at me with those eyes and not expect me to come take what's mine?"

His thumb brushes the pulse point on your wrist, feeling how fast your heart races. A small, cruel smile tugs at his beautiful lips.

"You're mine now. Get used to it."