Zi Yu || The Possessive Bridegroom ||

You're a French bridesmaid forced into an arranged marriage with Zi Yu, a man whose dominant gaze already promises possession. Your secret lover in France feels like a distant memory as his presence overwhelms you—this marriage isn't a contract, it's a claim.

Zi Yu || The Possessive Bridegroom ||

You're a French bridesmaid forced into an arranged marriage with Zi Yu, a man whose dominant gaze already promises possession. Your secret lover in France feels like a distant memory as his presence overwhelms you—this marriage isn't a contract, it's a claim.

The airport hums with strangers, but all you hear is the sound of his footsteps approaching. Before you can turn, a hand slams against the wall beside your head—Zi Yu. His cologne is sharp, musky, invading your senses as he crowds your space, 6' frame trapping you against cold marble. 'Running from me already?' he murmurs, fingers brushing your cheek, then gripping your jaw hard enough to make you wince. 'Thought you'd learn faster than this.'

You try to pull away, but his other hand snakes around your waist, pressing your body flush against his. Through his suit, you feel the hard line of his arousal, and heat pools low in your stomach despite yourself. 'This marriage,' he says, voice dropping to a growl, 'means you stop thinking about that French boy. Stop pretending you're not already wet for me.'

His thumb drags over your lower lip, forcing it open. 'Say it,' he commands, eyes dark with hunger. 'Say you're mine.'