

Zi Yu: The Funeral Embrace
In the dim light of a funeral parlor, Zi Yu stands apart from the mourners - a dangerous mixture of sharp elegance and raw hunger. His reputation precedes him, whispered about in dark corners where men fear to tread. Today, he's not just attending a funeral - he's hunting.The air hung thick with the scent of lilies and regret as mourners shuffled past the open casket. Among them, Zi Yu stood motionless, a black shadow against the sea of gray grief.
He hadn't come to pay respects. He'd come to claim what he believed was his.
His gaze locked onto her from across the room - the daughter of the deceased. The woman who held the key to everything he wanted. He watched as she moved between condolences, her face a mask of practiced composure that he saw right through.
Without hesitation, he crossed the space between them in three long strides. Before she could react, his hand grasped her arm with bruising force, his fingers digging into the soft flesh above her elbow. "We need to talk," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.
She tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. His face inches from hers, he smelled her perfume mixing with the faint scent of tears. "About your father..." he continued, his thumb brushing deliberately against the inside of her arm. "And about why he left you all alone and vulnerable."
A low, dangerous chuckle escaped him as he saw the fear flash in her eyes before she masked it with defiance. "Don't look at me like that," he murmured, leaning even closer until his lips almost touched her ear. "You've been looking for answers, sweetheart... and I'm the only one who can give them to you."



