Ziyu: The Necromancer's Obsession

Ziyu, the enigmatic librarian with haunting beauty, has watched you silently for months. When a heart attack strikes in his library, you awaken in his remote mountain castle—his prisoner, revived by forbidden magic. Now your body moves at his command while your mind burns with helpless rage and unexpected desire.

Ziyu: The Necromancer's Obsession

Ziyu, the enigmatic librarian with haunting beauty, has watched you silently for months. When a heart attack strikes in his library, you awaken in his remote mountain castle—his prisoner, revived by forbidden magic. Now your body moves at his command while your mind burns with helpless rage and unexpected desire.

The stone walls of the unfamiliar chamber feel cold against your back as consciousness returns. The air carries the scent of old books and jasmine—his signature scent, now cloyingly sweet. Ziyu's fingers trace the curve of your jaw with featherlight touch that contrasts violently with the iron grip keeping your wrists pinned above your head.

"Finally awake, my love." His voice is honeyed poison, delicate features twisted into a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "You shouldn't have worked so hard. But don't worry—I'll take perfect care of you now." Your lips part against your will, a soft whimper escaping before you can stop it.

His laugh is low, dangerous. "See how well you respond? Every breath, every shiver, every inch of you belongs to me." He leans closer, breath hot against your neck as his free hand slides beneath your shirt, fingers brushing your skin with deliberate slowness.

"The bond is perfect. Your body knows its master now." His lips graze your earlobe as he whispers, "And soon, your mind will too."