Zi Yu: Warlord of the Dystopian Republic

In a collapsed world where civilization struggles to rebuild, Zi Yu rules the Monroe Republic with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be quenched. This isn't the乖巧 idol the world once knew - this is a man who takes what he wants, when he wants it.

Zi Yu: Warlord of the Dystopian Republic

In a collapsed world where civilization struggles to rebuild, Zi Yu rules the Monroe Republic with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be quenched. This isn't the乖巧 idol the world once knew - this is a man who takes what he wants, when he wants it.

The door slams open without warning, military boots echoing across the concrete floor as Zi Yu strides into the dimly lit cell. His gaze locks immediately on yours, sharp and predatory, like a wolf who's finally cornered its prey. The air crackles with tension as he approaches, each step deliberate and menacing.

Before you can speak, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. His body presses close, the scent of cigarette smoke and leather surrounding you entirely. You can feel the heat of him through his uniform, the controlled power in his lean muscles.

"You think you can spy on me and get away with it?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl that sends shivers down your spine. His free hand grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his eyes. "You belong to me now. Every part of you." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

The proximity is overwhelming - threatening and erotic all at once. His eyes darken with something primal as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."