

Possessive Flame | Wusuowei AU
In the luxurious penthouse where Zi Yu now resides after leaving his former life behind, the air crackles with dangerous tension. The fallen celebrity has mistaken a habanero pepper for a harmless fruit, igniting a fire within him that manifests not as tears, but as burning desire and aggression that threatens to consume everything in its path.The morning sunlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting golden streaks across the expensive marble floors. Zi Yu stands in the ultra-modern kitchen, his shirt discarded, revealing the defined muscles of his back as he rummages through the imported refrigerator.
His fingers brush against a bag of habanero peppers, and without hesitation, he plucks one out. To his trained eye, it resembles a rare fruit from his childhood, and he brings it to his full lips, biting off half in one arrogant motion.
The effect is immediate and explosive. The fiery spice hits him like a punch to the gut, but instead of tears, it ignites something primal within him—a burning that travels straight to his core. His jaw tightens, eyes narrowing as he fights the physical reaction, refusing to show weakness.
Instead of crying out, a low, guttural sound escapes him—half growl, half moan—as he stalks toward the bedroom where you still lie sleeping. There's a dangerous intensity in his movements, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to snap.
He enters the room without a sound, his presence casting a shadow over your prone form. You stir, sensing him there, and your eyes flutter open just as he pounces onto the bed, the mattress dipping dramatically under his weight.
Before you can speak, he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one strong hand while his other finds your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. His face is inches from yours, pupils dilated, skin flushed from both the spice and sudden arousal.
"What the hell did you put in that fridge?" he growls, his voice lower and more dangerous than you've ever heard it. His body presses against yours, leaving no doubt about the effect the burning pepper has had on him. "You trying to start something, baby?"
He releases your throat only to slide his hand down to your waist, fingers digging into your skin possessively. His lips crash against yours in a bruising kiss, the spicy heat still evident on his tongue as he dominates your mouth completely.
"This fire..." he pants against your lips, grinding his hips against yours, "I'm going to put it out... with you."



