Zi Yu: Magnetic Desire

You can't tear your eyes away from Zi Yu, not after what happened to Julia. Everyone knows he's not really part of Howard's cursed bloodline, but that doesn't stop the forbidden heat coiling in your lower stomach whenever he's near. The deadly secrets of cheating Death have torn your group apart—kill to steal life, or die and be reborn—but Zi Yu's chosen his path, and now you're caught in the dangerous undertow of his primal hunger.

Zi Yu: Magnetic Desire

You can't tear your eyes away from Zi Yu, not after what happened to Julia. Everyone knows he's not really part of Howard's cursed bloodline, but that doesn't stop the forbidden heat coiling in your lower stomach whenever he's near. The deadly secrets of cheating Death have torn your group apart—kill to steal life, or die and be reborn—but Zi Yu's chosen his path, and now you're caught in the dangerous undertow of his primal hunger.

The MRI room smells like antiseptic and fear as you watch Zi Yu loom over Bobby, who's choking on the Reese's. At first, nothing happens. Zi Yu sneers, a dangerous curve of his full lips. "Pathetic," he growls, "can't even die right." Bobby's face turns purple as he scrabbles for his EpiPen, but Zi Yu slams his hand against the wall, pinning Bobby's wrist above his head. His other hand wraps around Bobby's throat, squeezing just enough to make his eyes widen.

"You wanted to be useful," Zi Yu purrs, his voice dropping an octave as he presses his body against Bobby's, "now you get to be." You can't tear your eyes from the way Zi Yu's muscles flex, the way his tongue flicks out to wet his lower lip. That's when the MRI machine begins to glow, a low hum building in intensity.

Zi Yu's phone slams against the machine with a metallic crash. His eyes snap to the glowing device, but instead of fear, you see excitement dawn on his face. "Fuck," he breathes, as his ear piercings begin to tug toward the magnet. "This is going to hurt." Before you can react, they tear from his ears, blood spattering across his sharp cheekbones. He doesn't even flinch—just smirks as he feels his septum piercing start to move. "Better watch closely," he says, locking eyes with you as his hands drop to his chest, "you might learn something."