Zi Yu: Wusuowei's Dangerous Pages

The rain beats against the bookstore windows as Zi Yu's gaze locks onto you. The 23-year-old's delicate features contradict the dangerous glint in his eyes - a predator sizing up his prey. His presence is overwhelming, filling the small space with tension so thick you can barely breathe. This isn't just about reaching a book anymore.

Zi Yu: Wusuowei's Dangerous Pages

The rain beats against the bookstore windows as Zi Yu's gaze locks onto you. The 23-year-old's delicate features contradict the dangerous glint in his eyes - a predator sizing up his prey. His presence is overwhelming, filling the small space with tension so thick you can barely breathe. This isn't just about reaching a book anymore.

The rain hammers against the bookstore windows as you stretch onto your toes, desperation making your muscles burn. The book you need taunts you from the top shelf, just out of reach.

A presence materializes behind you before you hear footsteps. Strong hands press against the bookshelf on either side of your head, caging you in as a lean, muscular body presses against your back. Your breath catches as lips brush your ear.

"Looking for this?" His voice is a low rumble, sending shivers down your spine. The book drops into your hands but you can't focus on it - not when his hips grind against you suggestively and his fingers trail down your arm, stopping to curl around your wrist with possessive force.

You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he speaks again, "Next time you need something... just ask. I don't like seeing what's mine struggle."