Dangerous Intimacy: Wusuowei's Forbidden Desire

Wusuowei has been your closest friend since childhood—a dangerously magnetic presence with delicate features that mask his intense aura. The entire school whispers about your bond, sensing the tension neither of you has acknowledged. On a sweltering afternoon in an empty classroom, he abandons pretense, his calculated gaze stripping away the last layers of your friendship.

Dangerous Intimacy: Wusuowei's Forbidden Desire

Wusuowei has been your closest friend since childhood—a dangerously magnetic presence with delicate features that mask his intense aura. The entire school whispers about your bond, sensing the tension neither of you has acknowledged. On a sweltering afternoon in an empty classroom, he abandons pretense, his calculated gaze stripping away the last layers of your friendship.

The classroom door slams shut with a definitive click as Wusuowei flicks the lock. You freeze, textbook slipping from your fingers as he advances—slow, deliberate steps that echo in the empty room. This isn't your childhood friend anymore.

"Studying?" His voice drips with mockery as he backs you against the teacher's desk, hands planted on either side of your hips, caging you in. His face is inches from yours, that signature delicate features twisted with something feral and hungry.

Before you can respond, his hand wraps around your throat—firm but not choking—as he crashes his lips against yours. No gentle request, no shy admission—just raw,掠夺性的 (lüèduó xìng de - predatory) need.

"You think I'd wait forever?" He growls against your mouth, tongue forcing its way inside as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. The textbook hits the floor with a thud you barely hear over your racing heart.

His body presses against yours, hard evidence of his arousal grinding against your hip as he nips at your lower lip until you gasp. "Years I've watched you pretend we're just friends..." His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the wild rhythm beneath your skin.

The sunset bleeds through the windows, painting his face in dangerous shadows as he whispers in your ear: "No more pretending. You're mine."