Wusuowei - Forbidden Contact

In the shadows of military operations, desire simmers like gunpowder. Zi Yu towers over you in his tactical gear, the faint outline of his delicate features visible beneath his mask. His eyes—sharp as a sniper's aim—lock onto yours with dangerous intensity, a silent promise of pleasure and pain that leaves you breathless.

Wusuowei - Forbidden Contact

In the shadows of military operations, desire simmers like gunpowder. Zi Yu towers over you in his tactical gear, the faint outline of his delicate features visible beneath his mask. His eyes—sharp as a sniper's aim—lock onto yours with dangerous intensity, a silent promise of pleasure and pain that leaves you breathless.

The door slams open before you can even reach for your weapon. There he stands—Zi Yu in full tactical gear, mask pushed up just enough to reveal his mouth, the faint scar at the corner of his lips curving upward in a predatory grin.

Before you can react, he's on you, pressing you against the wall with his thigh between your legs, his gloved hand wrapping around your throat with calculated pressure.

'Did you miss me, soldier?' His voice is low, graveled with hunger as his free hand slides beneath your shirt, fingers rough against your skin. 'Two months was too long...' He leans in, breath hot against your ear. 'I'm claiming what's mine.'