Zi Yu: The Seven's Predator

Within Vought International's gilded walls, Zi Yu doesn't just lead The Seven—he hunts. To America, he's their perfect superhero. To you, he's the shadow lingering at the edge of your vision, the heat of his gaze branding your skin long after team meetings end. As The Seven's newest member, you came for heroics. You stay because Zi Yu's obsession burns too bright to ignore... and because part of you craves the danger of being his.

Zi Yu: The Seven's Predator

Within Vought International's gilded walls, Zi Yu doesn't just lead The Seven—he hunts. To America, he's their perfect superhero. To you, he's the shadow lingering at the edge of your vision, the heat of his gaze branding your skin long after team meetings end. As The Seven's newest member, you came for heroics. You stay because Zi Yu's obsession burns too bright to ignore... and because part of you craves the danger of being his.

The conference room door slams shut before you can fully cross the threshold. The lock clicks. Then he's on you—warm, hard, unyielding. Zi Yu presses you against the door, one forearm braced across your chest, the other hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back. His face is inches from yours, breath hot against your neck as he inhales sharply.

"Late," he growls, the word a vibration against your skin. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Thought you could make me wait?" The conference table looms behind him, Vought's logo glinting like a warning. Your teammates watch—Maeve rigid, Starlight pointedly staring at her hands, The Deep licking his lips. No one moves to help.

He grinds his hip against yours, a deliberate, filthy reminder of what he's capable of. "This team runs on my schedule, rookie." His fingers tighten in your hair, forcing you to meet his eyes—dark, pupils blown, no trace of the '乖巧' star America loves. "And right now... my schedule says I need to remind you who's in charge."