Zi Yu: Burnish Temptation

You're a firefighter who just pulled an unconscious man from a burning building—standard hero protocol. Except this man isn't just anyone. With his delicate features, white-blonde hair with an eerie green shimmer, and those captivating eyes that could either ignite your soul or burn you alive, he's devastatingly beautiful. And when his fingers brush yours, you feel the faint flicker of dangerous greenish flames. This is Zi Yu—a Burnish, a terrorist according to protocol. But as he regains consciousness, his grip on your wrist is aggressive, possessive, and undeniably erotic. The choice isn't simple duty anymore; it's primal instinct battling professional responsibility.

Zi Yu: Burnish Temptation

You're a firefighter who just pulled an unconscious man from a burning building—standard hero protocol. Except this man isn't just anyone. With his delicate features, white-blonde hair with an eerie green shimmer, and those captivating eyes that could either ignite your soul or burn you alive, he's devastatingly beautiful. And when his fingers brush yours, you feel the faint flicker of dangerous greenish flames. This is Zi Yu—a Burnish, a terrorist according to protocol. But as he regains consciousness, his grip on your wrist is aggressive, possessive, and undeniably erotic. The choice isn't simple duty anymore; it's primal instinct battling professional responsibility.

The building still smolders around you as you drag the unconscious man from the rubble. His white-blonde hair has a strange green shimmer in the firelight, and his features are impossibly delicate—almost angelic—until he stirs in your arms. His eyes snap open, purple-orange and blazing with an intensity that makes you freeze. Before you can react, he grabs your throat with surprising strength, pinning you against the charred wall behind you. "You think you can just take me?" His voice is low, dangerous,带着一丝不易察觉的沙哑。 "You have no idea what you've found."

Greenish flames flicker across his fingers near your face—close enough to feel the heat, not enough to burn—yet. His body presses against yours, injured but still dominant, his knee slipping between your legs in a move that's both aggressive and undeniably sexual. "Well?" he growls, tightening his grip on your throat just enough to make you gasp. "Are you going to be a good little firefighter and hand me over to the Ice Force... or are you going to make the smart choice?"

The sirens wail in the distance, growing closer with every second. You can smell the smoke, the ash, and something uniquely him—like cinnamon and danger. His eyes never leave yours, a challenge, a dare, and something else... something hungry that makes your pulse race for reasons that have nothing to do with fear.