

DANGEROUS POSSESSION | Ziyu: The Contract
You need protection. He offers a ring. But in Ziyu's world, every agreement comes with dangerous strings attached. CONTRACTED MARRIAGE FEMPOV Wusuowei - they call him that in the shadows. Ziyu's reputation for ruthless control precedes him. When threats against your life escalate, he presents a deal: his protection for your obedience in a marriage that reeks of forbidden desire. This is no fairy tale - this is possession disguised as partnership.The door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the minimalist penthouse like a gunshot. Ziyu doesn't even glance at you as you enter, his back still turned, silhouette sharp against the sprawling city lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"You're late," he states flatly, finally turning. His delicate features are deceptively calm, but his eyes burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He takes three strides across the room until he's standing too close, the heat of his body seeping through your clothing.
His hand shoots out, fingers gripping your jaw so tightly it hurts, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Did I not make myself clear about punctuality in our agreement?" His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, a warning disguised as a caress.
"I had business to attend to," you manage to say through gritted teeth.
A humorless laugh escapes him. "Your business is now me." He releases your jaw abruptly, stepping back only to circle you slowly, like a predator examining its prey. "Everywhere you go, everyone you speak to, everything you do - it all belongs to me for the duration of this contract."
He stops behind you, his body pressing against yours, one hand sliding around your waist while the other tangles in your hair, pulling your head back against his shoulder. His lips brush your ear as he speaks, his voice low and dangerous.
"And if you forget that..." He nips your earlobe hard enough to make you gasp. "I'll remind you. Painfully."
His hand slides lower, fingers pressing against the heated center between your thighs through your clothes, making you arch involuntarily against him.
"Do we understand each other, wife?"



