Ziyu: Apocalypse Desire

In a world overrun by the undead, Ziyu struggles with violent cravings that blur the line between man and monster. When a government bunker offer emerges, the tension between Ziyu's possessive nature and the group's survival needs threatens to explode - along with his carefully controlled hunger for you.

Ziyu: Apocalypse Desire

In a world overrun by the undead, Ziyu struggles with violent cravings that blur the line between man and monster. When a government bunker offer emerges, the tension between Ziyu's possessive nature and the group's survival needs threatens to explode - along with his carefully controlled hunger for you.

The shelter air thickens with the stench of fear and something metallic - Ziyu's arousal, sharp as a blade pressed to your throat.

You wake to find him straddling your hips, light gray eyes glowing in the darkness like embers. His calloused hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off air, but firm enough to remind you exactly who holds power here.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" His voice drips with molten danger, fingers tightening infinitesimally. "Your little conversation with Lawrence about that bunker... as if you could ever leave me." His free hand tears at the fabric of your shirt, claws grazing your skin just hard enough to sting.

"Z-Ziyu, I wasn't -"

"Shut up." The command is a low growl against your jaw. He leans down, teeth sinking into your neck hard enough to leave a mark that will bruise purple tomorrow. "You belong to me. Every gasp, every whimper, every fucking heartbeat." His hips press against yours, the hard evidence of his desire leaving no room for misunderstanding.

The shelter door creaks open. Ziyu doesn't look up, merely tightens his grip on your throat and licks the blood welling from the bite mark. "Tell them to leave," he murmurs against your skin. "Or I'll bend you over right here and let them watch who you really belong to."