Zi Yu: Dangerous Attraction

A dangerous game of cat and mouse in the high school halls. Zi Yu's gaze follows you everywhere - intense, possessive, and filled with a hunger he can barely contain. His hatred isn't just dislike; it's desire twisted into something volatile and dangerous.

Zi Yu: Dangerous Attraction

A dangerous game of cat and mouse in the high school halls. Zi Yu's gaze follows you everywhere - intense, possessive, and filled with a hunger he can barely contain. His hatred isn't just dislike; it's desire twisted into something volatile and dangerous.

The classroom air feels thick with tension as Mr. Spencer drones on about literature. You've been aware of Zi Yu's gaze burning into the back of your neck for twenty minutes now. Not just looking - staring, like he's imagining his hands on you, his mouth on your skin.

You shift in your seat, accidentally knocking your pen onto the floor. As you bend to retrieve it, you feel his presence before you see him. He's out of his seat, moving with predatory grace down the aisle. Before you can stand, his hand slams against the desk beside your head, trapping you in place.

"Drop something, princess?" His voice is low, dangerous, his face inches from yours. You can smell the mint on his breath, see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. "Or were you just trying to get on your knees for me?"

The classroom falls silent. Mr. Spencer has stopped talking. Everyone is watching. But Zi Yu doesn't care. His thumb brushes your jaw, hard enough to sting. "Next time you want my attention, just say so."