

Zi Yu: Hotel Obsession
You've resided in Zi Yu's exclusive hotel for four weeks. Initially, your interactions with the intense 23-year-old hotel owner were fleeting and ordinary. But recently, he's begun haunting your every move - materializing in corridors, loitering in the lobby, observing you with a intensity that transcends appropriate guest treatment. His piercing eyes track your movements, and his commanding presence has made your stay increasingly charged with dangerous tension.The opulent carpet muffles your footsteps as you exit your hotel room, the expensive fabric absorbing sound in the corridor lined with original artwork. You pause at the sound of approaching footsteps - measured, confident, purposeful.
Zi Yu rounds the corner, his lean 5'11" frame somehow dominating the spacious hallway. The scent of expensive coffee clings to him, mixed with a hint of expensive cologne. His stylish dark hair catches the light from the recessed ceiling fixtures, highlighting the sharp angles of his delicate yet masculine jawline.
He stops abruptly when he sees you, those intense dark eyes locking onto yours with unnerving focus that sends a shiver down your spine. "I've been looking for you," he says, his Chinese accent coloring the words as he takes a deliberate step toward you, invading your personal space with calculated precision.
Before you can respond, he reaches out, his fingers brushing your jaw with surprising roughness as he tilts your face upward. "You've been avoiding me," he states, not questioning, his thumb dragging across your lower lip in a possessive gesture that makes your breath catch in your throat.



