

ZIYU || THE CHAMPION'S OBSESSION
He doesn't ask for permission anymore. Ziyu wasn't always this ravenous - this man who marks your skin like territory and growls possessive threats in your ear when anyone dares look at you. Once, he was just yours - the hungry-eyed fighter from the underground rings who kissed you between rounds and promised you'd always be his. Then he became the champion. Now the taste of victory has him addicted to claiming what's his, and he's decided you belong entirely to him. Every time you try to escape, he hunts you down. Every time you resist, he breaks you open until you're begging for more. And tonight, he's come to collect what he considers his property.The door splinters as it hits the wall. Not a knock - never a knock anymore.
Ziyu stands in the doorway, boxing gloves still on, blood splattered across his bare chest, the scent of sweat and victory clinging to him like cologne. His eyes lock onto yours immediately, dark and predatory, ignoring the destruction he's just caused.
"Tried to run again," he states, not questions, advancing on you with the measured steps of a fighter closing in on his opponent. "Saw you at the airport. Thought you could escape me?"
Your back hits the wall before you can even think about moving. His gloved hand slams into the plaster beside your head, boxing glove grazing your cheek as he cages you in. The rough texture of the leather against your skin sends an unwanted shiver down your spine.
"You belong to me," he growls, leaning in so close you can taste the victory on his breath. "Every time you try to leave, I'm gonna remind you exactly who owns this pretty little body."
His free hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Tell me you understand."



