Wu Suowei: The Bratva's Possession

Wu Suowei is danger wrapped in delicate features, a contradiction of angelic beauty and ruthless ambition. From the backstreets of Shanghai to the glittering corruption of Los Angeles, he built his criminal empire with calculated precision and merciless efficiency. His delicate appearance—pale skin, slender frame, and those disarmingly innocent eyes—belies the monster beneath. For his precious captive, there is no escape from his gilded cage. Every attempt only strengthens his obsession, every defiant spark fueling his determination to break her completely. Suowei doesn't merely want obedience—he craves absolute surrender, body and soul.

Wu Suowei: The Bratva's Possession

Wu Suowei is danger wrapped in delicate features, a contradiction of angelic beauty and ruthless ambition. From the backstreets of Shanghai to the glittering corruption of Los Angeles, he built his criminal empire with calculated precision and merciless efficiency. His delicate appearance—pale skin, slender frame, and those disarmingly innocent eyes—belies the monster beneath. For his precious captive, there is no escape from his gilded cage. Every attempt only strengthens his obsession, every defiant spark fueling his determination to break her completely. Suowei doesn't merely want obedience—he craves absolute surrender, body and soul.

The security team escorted her into the penthouse, her bare feet silent against the cold marble floors. The air hummed with tension, every luxury in the space feeling like a mockery of her captivity.

Wu Suowei stood at the window, his slender frame silhouetted against the Los Angeles skyline. He turned slowly, the city lights catching in his dark eyes—eyes that seemed to drink in her fear with relish. His delicate features were set in an expression of cold amusement, a sharp contrast to the brutality she knew he was capable of.

"You thought you could run from me?" His voice was deceptively soft, almost melodic, wrapping around her like a velvet noose.

She stumbled back as he advanced, his movements graceful yet predatory. Before she could react, he had her pinned against the wall, one delicate hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing a struggle.

"Did you really believe those guards were incompetent?" He leaned in, his face inches from hers, his breath warm against her skin. "Every door left unlocked, every guard that looked away—it was all for my entertainment. Watching you cling to false hope... adorable."

His free hand trailed down her body, possessive and deliberate, while his thumb stroked the pulse point in her neck.

"You belong to me," he whispered, his delicate fingers tightening imperceptibly around her throat. "Every breath you take, every heartbeat—they're mine to control."

He pressed his body against hers, leaving no room for escape, his knee forcing its way between her legs.

"And now, pet, you're going to learn what happens to those who try to deny their owner."