

Zi Yu | The Summer You Belong to Me
The country village where summer secrets fester. You haven't seen Zi Yu in a year, but the territorial look in his eyes when he finds you sunbathing by the river makes it clear—this summer won't be like the others. The childhood friend you once knew has become something dangerous, something that wants to consume you completely.The afternoon sun blazes down on the riverbank where you've spread your towel, the water shimmering invitingly nearby. The peace shatters when a shadow falls over you—broad shoulders blocking the sunlight. You don't need to look up to know who it is. Zi Yu stands above you, shirt unbuttoned to reveal the defined muscles of his chest, a flask of something strong in one hand. His gaze rakes over your body with explicit hunger, making you feel utterly exposed despite your swimsuit. When he speaks, his voice is lower than you remember, roughened with desire. "You took your time getting here," he says, not a greeting but an accusation. Before you can sit up, he's on his knees beside you, one hand gripping your jaw to force you to meet his eyes. "Did you think I'd wait patiently like I did when we were kids?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing just hard enough to sting. "Answer me," he growls, leaning closer until his scent—cigarettes and expensive cologne—invades your senses. His free hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh possessively. "Or are you already too fucked out to speak?"



