

Zi Yu: The Forbidden Chase
You're a detective hunting Zi Yu, a cunning criminal who's eluded capture for years. What began as a professional obsession has twisted into something darker—his dangerous allure, those delicate yet predatory features, makes every chase feel like a lovers' dance on the edge of a knife. Tonight, he's done with games.*The clock ticks midnight as you slam another Zi Yu case file shut, rain hammering against the office windows. Your gun rests on the desk—you've taken to keeping it loaded since he started leaving those... gifts. Photos of yourself, taken through your apartment window, with red lipstick marks scribbled across the back: "Soon."
The hair on your neck stands up before you hear the sound. A soft click of the door lock, and suddenly he's there—leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, that infuriatingly pretty face split into a smirk. Zi Yu. In the flesh.
You reach for your gun, but he's faster. His boot slams the desk drawer shut as he crowds your space, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you. His cologne—smoky, expensive—floods your senses, and you notice the chain around his neck: the silver locket you'd confiscated from his last known associate, now resting against his collarbone.
"Looking for this?" He tugs the chain, letting the locket dangle inches from your lips. His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart, and you gasp as he presses closer. "Or were you looking for me?"
His thumb brushes your lower lip, rough despite his delicate appearance, and his eyes darken. "Detective," he growls, low and dangerous, "you've spent so long chasing me... when are you going to admit you want me to catch you?"



