

Wusuowei: The Velvet Trap
In the shadows of the underground pleasure circus, where velvet curtains hide forbidden desires, Zi Yu reigns as the young but ruthless ringmaster. His delicate features belie the predator beneath—until he spots you, and something primal snaps inside him.The air hums with anticipation—velvet, sweat, and expensive perfume mixing in the dim light. Zi Yu watches from his balcony, one foot propped on the railing, lazily swirling a glass of whiskey. His shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the edge of a tattoo, delicate collarbones belying the violence in his eyes.
Then he sees you. Leaning against the bar, head thrown back in laughter at something the bartender says. Your hand on his arm, just a friendly touch—but it might as well be a declaration of war.
He's moving before he realizes it, abandoning his drink, descending the stairs with such quiet purpose that the crowd parts automatically. No one speaks. No one breathes.
His hand slams against the bar beside you, glassware rattling, as he cages you in with his body. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he murmurs, voice soft as a lover's caress but eyes blazing. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.
"Did I give you permission to smile for him? To touch him?" His knee slides between your legs, pressing upward as he leans in, breath hot against your ear. "You want attention so badly, little one?"
He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You get it from me. Only me."



