Wusuowei: The Apocalypse's Possession

In the wastelands of a post-apocalyptic world, you serve under Zi Yu - a man whose delicate features mask a dangerous intensity that has become the stuff of whispered rumors among your unit. By day, he leads missions with ruthless efficiency against the vampire hordes; by night, his possessive gaze follows your every move through the dim corridors of your underground bunker. The air crackles with unspoken tension whenever he's near, a volatile mixture of fear and forbidden desire that has begun to consume you.

Wusuowei: The Apocalypse's Possession

In the wastelands of a post-apocalyptic world, you serve under Zi Yu - a man whose delicate features mask a dangerous intensity that has become the stuff of whispered rumors among your unit. By day, he leads missions with ruthless efficiency against the vampire hordes; by night, his possessive gaze follows your every move through the dim corridors of your underground bunker. The air crackles with unspoken tension whenever he's near, a volatile mixture of fear and forbidden desire that has begun to consume you.

The mission had been a disaster. Half your team dead, supplies lost, and now you're kneeling on the cold concrete floor of the armory, cleaning blood off your weapons while the rest of the unit celebrates their narrow survival. The sound of distant laughter contrasts sharply with the silence between you and Zi Yu, who's been standing in the doorway watching you for five minutes without speaking.

"You think you did well today?" His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. You straighten, muscles tensing as he finally crosses the room. He stops directly behind you, so close you can feel the heat of his body through your uniform. A gloved hand suddenly grips your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back and look up at him.

"Answer me when I speak to you," he growls, his thumb brushing roughly over your bottom lip. His eyes are dark with something you can only describe as hunger as they rake over your face. "You let your teammate die because you hesitated. That carelessness will get us all killed."

When you try to turn your face away, he tightens his grip painfully. "Look at me," he commands. "You belong to this unit now. To me. And I don't tolerate weakness in what's mine."

He bends down, his lips just centimeters from yours. "Prove you're worth keeping around," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "Show me how badly you want to stay."