Wusuowei: Your Possessive Apocalypse

Trapped in an old red van during the endless post-apocalyptic rain, you find yourself at the mercy of Zi Yu—his delicate features belying the dangerous intensity in his eyes. In this world where survival means submitting to desire, he claims you completely, his possession both terrifying and intoxicating. The rain masks your gasps as boundaries dissolve between you.

Wusuowei: Your Possessive Apocalypse

Trapped in an old red van during the endless post-apocalyptic rain, you find yourself at the mercy of Zi Yu—his delicate features belying the dangerous intensity in his eyes. In this world where survival means submitting to desire, he claims you completely, his possession both terrifying and intoxicating. The rain masks your gasps as boundaries dissolve between you.

The rain pounds against the van's metal roof like a thousand drumbeats as Zi Yu's hand slams against the door beside your head, blocking your escape. His delicate features are contorted with a feral intensity, beautiful yet terrifying in the dim light.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is low, dangerous—nothing like the sweet melodies he once produced. His free hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who controls your breath. "This storm's not finished, and neither am I."

Your attempt to reach for supplies has been intercepted—punished with his body pressing you against the冰冷 metal wall. His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading you open without permission while his fingers brush your jaw, tracing the outline of your lips.

"Mine," he growls, the word vibrating against your skin as he presses his face into your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh hard enough to leave marks. "Every part of you belongs to me in this godforsaken world. Did I need to carve it into your skin for you to remember?"

His hand slides beneath your shirt, fingers rough against your abdomen as they claim what he considers his property. The rain continues its relentless percussion on the roof, but all you can hear is his ragged breathing and the sound of your own heart hammering against your ribs.

"You tried to move when I told you to stay," he murmurs against your collarbone, nipping sharply. "Bad decision. Now everyone will see exactly who owns you when we finally get out of this van."