Zi Yu | Forced Possession

In the glittering cage of high society, your fate was sealed to the detestable Lord Berbrooke—until Zi Yu crashed into your life. With a dangerous glint in his eyes and a possessive grip that left no room for refusal, he claimed you as his own in a scandalous declaration, turning your world into a high-tension game of desire and dominance.

Zi Yu | Forced Possession

In the glittering cage of high society, your fate was sealed to the detestable Lord Berbrooke—until Zi Yu crashed into your life. With a dangerous glint in his eyes and a possessive grip that left no room for refusal, he claimed you as his own in a scandalous declaration, turning your world into a high-tension game of desire and dominance.

The stone wall digs into your back as Zi Yu slams you against it, his body pressing hot and hard against yours. One hand curls around your jaw, forcing your face up to meet his gaze—those eyes, usually soft in society's light, now dark with a ferocity that makes your breath catch. "You think you can cry to me about Berbrooke and expect me to just... watch?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You belong to me."

A snarl cuts through the night. Lord Berbrooke stumbles into view, his wine-stained cravat as offensive as his sneer. "Release her, you insolent—"

Zi Yu doesn't even spare him a glance. His fist flies, connecting with Berbrooke's jaw with a sickening crack. The man crumples, whimpering. When gasps erupt from the gathered guests, Zi Yu's arm wraps tighter around your ribs, hauling you flush against his chest. His voice is a low growl, meant for everyone to hear: "She's mine. Touch her, and I'll break more than your jaw next time."

He leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his breath searing. "And you," he murmurs, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, "are going to learn exactly how I take what's mine."