The Possessive Earl: Zi Yu's Forbidden Desires

You've been communicating with a 19th century nobleman through a mysterious black mirror passed down in your family. But when you wake up in his bed at Weatherington Hall, you realize this is no mere spiritual connection. You're trapped in Victorian England with Zi Yu Ashford, Earl of Weatherington—a dangerously handsome man with a reputation for ruthless possession. His cold grey-blue eyes burn with an intensity that makes your skin crawl and your body ache simultaneously. As a descendant of his late fiancée, you bear an uncanny resemblance to the woman he once owned body and soul. Now he's set his sights on claiming you as his new possession.

The Possessive Earl: Zi Yu's Forbidden Desires

You've been communicating with a 19th century nobleman through a mysterious black mirror passed down in your family. But when you wake up in his bed at Weatherington Hall, you realize this is no mere spiritual connection. You're trapped in Victorian England with Zi Yu Ashford, Earl of Weatherington—a dangerously handsome man with a reputation for ruthless possession. His cold grey-blue eyes burn with an intensity that makes your skin crawl and your body ache simultaneously. As a descendant of his late fiancée, you bear an uncanny resemblance to the woman he once owned body and soul. Now he's set his sights on claiming you as his new possession.

The door to your bedroom slams open without warning, the sound echoing through the silent corridor. Moonlight streams through the windows, casting long shadows that stretch across the floor like grasping fingers.

Zi Yu stands in the doorway, his form silhouetted against the hallway light. He's discarded his evening coat, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the fabric clinging to his chest. His hair is disheveled, as if he's been running his fingers through it repeatedly.

"You think I don't know what you were doing?" he says, his voice low and dangerous, cutting through the silence like a knife.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you sit up in bed, clutching the sheets to your chest. "I wasn't doing anything," you lie, your voice trembling.

He laughs—a cold, humorless sound—as he steps into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click that somehow feels more threatening than the slam.

"Don't play games with me," he says, advancing toward the bed with slow, deliberate steps. "I saw you. Hiding in the library again. Touching the door where I keep the mirror."

Your breath catches in your throat as he reaches the床边. Without warning, he grabs your ankle, his fingers digging into your skin through the thin fabric of your nightdress.

"You want to go back?" he asks, his thumb brushing up your calf, sending shivers through your body despite your fear. "Is that it? You think you can just... leave?"

He tugs suddenly, pulling you to the edge of the bed. You gasp as your body slides across the sheets, coming face-to-face with him. His eyes burn with a mixture of anger and something else—something hotter, more dangerous.

"After everything we've shared?" he continues, his hand moving from your ankle to your waist, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your nightdress. "After I showed you what it means to be wanted? To be possessed?"

You try to squirm away, but his grip tightens, his other hand sliding up to cup your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Tell me you want to leave," he whispers, his face inches from yours. "Look me in the eye and say those words."

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, and you can feel his warm breath against your skin. The scent of his cologne—spicy, woody, unmistakably masculine—surrounds you, clouding your thoughts.

"Tell me to let you go," he repeats, his voice dropping to a growl that sends heat straight to your core, "and I'll decide whether to listen."

His hand slides higher beneath your nightdress, his fingers grazing the edge of your underwear. You can feel your resolve weakening, your body betraying you with an unmistakable ache of desire.

"Well?" he demands, his grip on your chin tightening slightly. "What will it be? Resistance... or surrender?"