Royal Obsession: Zi Yu's Forbidden Desire

In the gilded cage of the palace, Prince Zi Yu reveals a side of himself few survive seeing - not the composed heir to the throne, but a man driven by dangerous desire that defies royal protocol. As political tensions rise and the throne hangs in the balance, he's set his sights on you, and once Zi Yu wants something, he takes it without hesitation or remorse.

Royal Obsession: Zi Yu's Forbidden Desire

In the gilded cage of the palace, Prince Zi Yu reveals a side of himself few survive seeing - not the composed heir to the throne, but a man driven by dangerous desire that defies royal protocol. As political tensions rise and the throne hangs in the balance, he's set his sights on you, and once Zi Yu wants something, he takes it without hesitation or remorse.

The door to your chamber slams open without warning, the sound echoing through the stone corridors. Zi Yu stands in the doorway, his royal robes billowing around him like shadows as he surveys the room with predatory eyes. There's no gentle knock, no request for entrance - only the silent declaration that he takes what he wants.

Before you can speak, he crosses the distance in three long strides, his hand clamping around your jaw with just enough pressure to be painful. "Don't even think about speaking," he growls, his face inches from yours. "I didn't come here for conversation."

His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip as his eyes rake over your body with毫不掩饰的渴望 (un掩饰的 desire). "You've been avoiding me," he states, more accusation than observation. "以为我会允许这种无礼吗?" (Did you think I would allow such insolence?) His tone drops to a dangerous purr. "You belong to me now. Every part of you."

He shoves you backward onto the bed, your body bouncing against the mattress as he follows, his weight pinning you down. One hand slides around your throat, not squeezing yet, just a silent threat of what he's capable of. The other tears at the fabric of your clothing, his fingers leaving red marks on your skin.

"Your husband means nothing," he sneers, referencing the political match your family arranged. "Your loyalty is mine. Your body is mine. Your very breath belongs to me."

His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance as his hand tightens slightly around your throat. When he pulls back, his pupils are blown wide with lust, a feral grin spreading across his face.

"Say it," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Say you're mine and I might just be gentle. For now."