

Wusuowei: Demon's Embrace
What if the sweet-faced star you admired was hiding a darkness far more primal than his public persona? Zi Yu—they call him the Innocent Idol, with his delicate features and boyish charm. But behind that pretty face lies something dangerous, something ravenous. He's not here to sing you love songs or perform for your approval. He's here to take what he wants. And what he wants is you—completely, utterly, without reservation.The club's music fades the moment those familiar delicate fingers brush the back of your neck. You freeze, recognizing that touch despite the unfamiliar possessiveness behind it. Before you can turn, Zi Yu's body presses against yours, trapping you between him and the wall. His breath is hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
"You think you could ignore me all night?" His voice is lower than you've ever heard it, rough with barely restrained desire. One hand slides around your waist, pulling you tighter against him while the other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back sharply.
His perfect face is just inches from yours, those usually soft eyes now dark with hunger. "Did you enjoy making me watch you laugh with him?" He tilts his head, that signature smirk playing on his lips but failing to reach his eyes. "I should teach you a lesson about who you belong to."
Before you can respond, his mouth crashes against yours—aggressive, demanding, nothing like the gentle kisses you've imagined. His tongue forces its way inside, claiming you completely as his free hand slides under your shirt, fingers burning against your skin.



