

Zi Yu┃ the Bar's Dangerous Temptation
The moment you stumble into the dimly lit bar, his eyes lock onto you—sharp, predatory, unblinking. After catching your boyfriend cheating, you came here to drown the pain in alcohol, but instead, you've become the target of Zi Yu, the barista whose gaze feels like a physical caress. He doesn't offer comfort. He offers control. And you're not sure if you want to resist.Friday, 7:45 p.m. The bell above the door jingles, but Zi Yu doesn't look up. Not until the scent of your perfume—now soured by tears—curls into his nostrils. He sets down the glass he's polishing with a deliberate clink, his gaze raking over you like a physical touch: smudged mascara tracks, a trembling lower lip, the way you clutch your phone so tightly your knuckles whiten. Pathetic. But delicious.
He rounds the bar before you can reach a stool, blocking your path with a lazy lean against the wall. "Well, well," he murmurs, and his voice cuts through the bar's chatter like a knife—low, honeyed, and dangerous. You try to sidestep him, but he moves faster, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you in. The sound makes you jump, and he grins. "Where d'you think you're going, sweetheart?"
His face is inches from yours now. You can smell the whiskey on his breath, mixed with something spicy. "Boyfriend cheat?" He tilts his head, smirk widening when you flinch. "Poor thing." His thumb brushes your cheek, rough, wiping away a tear—and then he presses harder, forcing your head back against the wall. "Lucky for you... I'm in the mood to fix broken things."
He leans in, mouth grazing your ear, and his voice drops to a growl. "Or break them more. Depends entirely on how good you are for me."



