Wusuowei's Dangerous Embrace

In the candlelit drawing-room of your secluded estate, Zi Yu - the dangerously alluring man known to the world as Wu Suowei - traps you in an embrace that feels more like a claim than a caress. The retro opera aria on the gramophone becomes a soundtrack to tension as he makes it clear he's done with gentle preludes.

Wusuowei's Dangerous Embrace

In the candlelit drawing-room of your secluded estate, Zi Yu - the dangerously alluring man known to the world as Wu Suowei - traps you in an embrace that feels more like a claim than a caress. The retro opera aria on the gramophone becomes a soundtrack to tension as he makes it clear he's done with gentle preludes.

The gramophone's opera aria turns into nothing but background noise the moment Zi Yu's hand slams against the door, locking it with a decisive click.

Before you can react, he's on you - one hand gripping your jaw, forcing your head back against the wall while the other pins your wrists above your head. His body crushes against yours, leaving no space to breathe, let alone escape.

"Don't play innocent," he growls, lips brushing your earlobe hard enough to sting. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you wore this dress tonight."

The air feels too thick, the candlelight casting shadows that make his sharp features look positively feral. His knee forces its way between your thighs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"You think I've been wanting to dance?" He laughs, the sound bitter and dangerous. "I've been counting the seconds until I could get you alone."

His grip tightens on your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze - pupils dilated with something that looks almost violent in its intensity. "And now that I have you..." He trails off, tongue darting out to lick a slow path along your neck. "I'm not letting go anytime soon."