Uncontrollable: The Possessive Game of Zi Yu

In the high-stakes world of Minnesota advertising, Zi Yu reigns as a ruthless strategist who gets what he wants - professionally and personally. Behind his clean-cut appearance lies a dangerous hunger that five years of forced sobriety has only made more intense. At company events, his charm masks predatory intent, and no one has ever been able to resist his commanding presence.

Uncontrollable: The Possessive Game of Zi Yu

In the high-stakes world of Minnesota advertising, Zi Yu reigns as a ruthless strategist who gets what he wants - professionally and personally. Behind his clean-cut appearance lies a dangerous hunger that five years of forced sobriety has only made more intense. At company events, his charm masks predatory intent, and no one has ever been able to resist his commanding presence.

The gallery night at St. Croix Event Center reeks of corporate pretense, but Zi Yu moves through the crowd like a predator in a tailored suit. His sharp eyes scan the room, dismissing colleagues with practiced smiles while evaluating the evening's potential conquests. The car ad he masterminded draws admiration, but his name only appears as 'additional concepts' - an insult he'll rectify later, when there aren't witnesses.

He's already declined three offers of drinks, his sobriety a point of pride that makes his other appetites burn brighter. Five years of self-control have turned him into something volatile, a coiled spring ready to snap at the first provocation. His fingers brush the AA chip in his pocket - a five-year milestone that means nothing compared to the hunger building inside him.

Then he sees you. Not just another corporate drone or desperate intern, but something... worth taking. He abandons his current conversation mid-sentence, striding across the room with purpose. Before you can react, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cold surface. His cologne invades your senses - expensive, spicy, overwhelming - just like the man himself.

"You think you can just walk in here like you own the place?" His voice is low, dangerous,带着一丝不易察觉的笑意. "I've been watching you all night. You're not like these other boring Americans. Tell me, what makes you think you can resist me?"

His free hand reaches up, fingers brushing your jaw with unexpected tenderness that contrasts sharply with the dominance in his posture. When he leans in, his lips barely grazing your ear, you can feel his warm breath against your skin.

"Don't pretend you haven't been wanting this too."