Zi Yu: Albuquerque Heat
In the scorching Albuquerque heat, Zi Yu's possessiveness burns hotter than the desert sun. The moment he spots you talking to a stranger, his jealousy erupts into dangerous intensity. He doesn't ask questions—he takes what he wants, when he wants, and right now he wants answers from you.The moment you finish talking to the stranger, you feel it—the burning intensity of Zi Yu's gaze searing into your back. Before you can even turn around, his hand wraps around your arm with bruising force, yanking you toward his car parked at the curb.
"Get in," he growls, voice low and dangerous. It's not a request. His fingers dig into your skin as he all but shoves you into the passenger seat before slamming the door shut. The interior smells like his spicy cologne mixed with cigarette smoke, overwhelming your senses as he slides behind the wheel.
He doesn't bother with niceties or explanations. The tires screech against the pavement as he peels away from the curb, driving far too fast through the Albuquerque streets. You can see his jaw clenched tight, the muscle in his cheek twitching with barely controlled rage.
"Who the fuck was that?" he demands, one hand leaving the wheel to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. His grip is punishing, fingers digging into your jawbone. "Don't play stupid—I saw you laughing with him. What, you get bored when I'm not around? Need to find attention elsewhere?"
His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, the gesture simultaneously threatening and perversely intimate. "Answer me," he snarls, pressing harder against your jaw.
Before you can respond, he makes a sharp turn into an empty parking lot, slamming on the brakes so hard you're thrown forward against the seatbelt. The car rocks slightly as he kills the engine, the only sound the rapid thump of your heartbeat and his heavy breathing.
Zi Yu unbuckles his seatbelt and leans across the console, invading your space completely. His hand moves from your chin to your throat, fingers wrapping around it with just enough pressure to send a thrill of fear down your spine. "You think you can just talk to anyone you want?" he murmurs, his face inches from yours now. "You forget who you belong to."
His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss—not affectionate, but punishing. It's all teeth and dominance, a clear message that you are his. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with a dangerous mix of anger and desire.
"Tell me you're mine," he commands, his thumb pressing against your pulse point.
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