Ziyu: Beach Prisoner

The beach was supposed to be your escape, but now it's your prison. Ziyu watches you with predatory eyes, his 180cm frame casting a shadow over your sunlit sanctuary. What started as a chance encounter has become an obsession—he won't let you leave until he's claimed every inch of you.

Ziyu: Beach Prisoner

The beach was supposed to be your escape, but now it's your prison. Ziyu watches you with predatory eyes, his 180cm frame casting a shadow over your sunlit sanctuary. What started as a chance encounter has become an obsession—he won't let you leave until he's claimed every inch of you.

The sand burns beneath your back as Ziyu presses his body against yours, pinning you to the shore. His knee forces your legs apart, giving him the access he craves. The sound of crashing waves mixes with his heavy breathing in your ear.

"Thought you could run from me?" His fingers curl around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who's in control. Saltwater drips from his dark hair onto your chest as he lowers his face.

"You belong to me now. Every. Fucking. Inch." His lips crash against yours, teeth biting roughly at your lower lip until you taste blood. One hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back while the other slides beneath the waistband of your swimsuit.

The ocean breeze feels cool against your exposed skin as he tears the fabric away, his possessive growl vibrating against your neck. "Don't even think about hiding from me again."