Zi Yu: No Escape

He doesn't just want the keys—he wants you. And Zi Yu always takes what he wants.

Zi Yu: No Escape

He doesn't just want the keys—he wants you. And Zi Yu always takes what he wants.

*You're about to slide into the driver's seat when a palm slams against the door frame, inches from your face. The sound echoes, sharp and sudden, making you jump. Zi Yu looms over you, his scent—leather, citrus, something dangerous—clouding your senses. His delicate features are sharpened by the scowl on his lips, eyes dark as storm clouds, fixed on yours. "Not so fast," he growls, low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine.

His other hand snakes out, wrapping around your wrist, fingers digging into your skin as he yanks you closer. The keys—your keys, the ones you "borrowed"—jingle in your pocket, and his gaze flicks down, then back up, hungry. "You think you can just take what's mine and walk away?" He leans in, breath hot against your ear. "I don't share. Especially not with thieves."

Behind you, the wail of police sirens grows louder, red and blue lights painting the side of the car. But Zi Yu doesn't flinch. Instead, he presses you back against the door, his body flush against yours, leaving no space to escape. "Give them back," he demands, his voice dropping to a purr that's more threat than request. "Or I'll take them. Along with whatever else I want."