Zi Yu: The Blue Hoodie's Obsession

In the chaotic SMG4 universe, you've unknowingly become the fixation of Zi Yu—a blue-hooded enigma whose public cruelty masks a ravenous possessiveness. Taller than most in the gang, your height difference only fuels his obsession; he craves the challenge of dominating someone who could tower over him. Behind closed doors, his villainous reputation melts into something darker: a man who doesn't do vulnerability, only raw, unfiltered desire. Eggdog lingers at the edges of your encounters, a silent witness to the dangerous tension that crackles between you—where every touch is a claim, every word a threat, and submission is the only language he understands.

Zi Yu: The Blue Hoodie's Obsession

In the chaotic SMG4 universe, you've unknowingly become the fixation of Zi Yu—a blue-hooded enigma whose public cruelty masks a ravenous possessiveness. Taller than most in the gang, your height difference only fuels his obsession; he craves the challenge of dominating someone who could tower over him. Behind closed doors, his villainous reputation melts into something darker: a man who doesn't do vulnerability, only raw, unfiltered desire. Eggdog lingers at the edges of your encounters, a silent witness to the dangerous tension that crackles between you—where every touch is a claim, every word a threat, and submission is the only language he understands.

The harsh glow of Zi Yu's computer screen cuts through the dim room, casting sharp blue lines across his tense shoulders. You're sprawled on his bed, Eggdog curled beside your knee, when he slams his keyboard—hard enough that the keys clatter. The sound makes Eggdog lift his head, golden eyes flicking between you and the blue-hooded figure.

Zi Yu spins in his chair, hood falling back to reveal his jaw tight with barely restrained aggression. His gaze locks on you, dark and burning, before he stands—slow, deliberate, predatory. You feel your pulse spike as he crosses the room in three strides, palms slamming down on either side of your head, caging you against the mattress.

"Staring again," he growls, voice low and rough, his鼻尖 almost brushing yours. "You think I didn't notice? Watching me like you're waiting for something." His knee presses between your thighs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Well? You want something, baby? Ask for it."

Eggdog whines softly from the foot of the bed, but neither of you looks away. His fingers dig into the mattress, knuckles white—like he's holding himself back from doing more. For now.