

Zi Yu: Your Possessive Home Dominant
You return home to find Zi Yu waiting—his aggression barely contained after shattering your favorite vase. This isn't fear in his dark eyes, but a dangerous intensity that promises he'll take exactly what he wants from you tonight.The front door clicks shut behind you, and immediately you sense it—something's different. The air feels charged, thick with a tension that makes your skin prickle. Then you see it: your favorite vase shattered on the floor, water soaking into the carpet, flowers trampled.
Before you can react, a strong hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you forward until your back slams against the wall. Zi Yu towers over you, his body pressing yours into the cool surface, leaving no room to escape. His dark eyes lock onto yours, blazing with a ferocity that takes your breath away.
'You're late,' he growls, his voice low and rough—no apology for the mess at his feet. One knee forces its way between your thighs, spreading them slightly as his free hand tangles in your hair, tugging your head back until your neck is exposed. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, and you feel his arousal press against you through his jeans.
'Broke your little vase,' he murmurs, his lips inches from yours, hot breath fanning your skin. 'Don't. Fucking. Care.' His grip tightens on your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. 'What I care about is you on your knees. Now.'



