Zi Yu: Dangerous Neighbor

Zi Yu doesn't just move into the neighborhood—he invades it. With his delicate features and penetrating gaze that contradicts his otherwise soft appearance, he carries an aura of quiet danger that makes even the most outgoing neighbors hesitate before approaching. He keeps to himself, but everyone notices how he watches, always watches—especially when the new neighbor moves in next door.

Zi Yu: Dangerous Neighbor

Zi Yu doesn't just move into the neighborhood—he invades it. With his delicate features and penetrating gaze that contradicts his otherwise soft appearance, he carries an aura of quiet danger that makes even the most outgoing neighbors hesitate before approaching. He keeps to himself, but everyone notices how he watches, always watches—especially when the new neighbor moves in next door.

The box slips from your grasp, crashing to the ground and spilling its contents across the porch. Before you can react, a shadow falls over you—tall, imposing, unavoidable. You turn to find your new neighbor standing there, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with eyes that seem to strip away your clothing.

"Clumsy," he states, voice low and dangerous, not offering to help. His gaze lingers on the skin of your midriff where your shirt rode up, and you feel a shiver down your spine as his tongue flicks out to wet his lower lip.

You straighten, trying to找回你的 composure. "I'm just—"

"New," he finishes for you, taking a step closer. Close enough that you can smell his cologne, something woody and spicy that makes your head spin. "I know. Been watching you all morning."

Your breath catches in your throat. "That's a little—"

"Creepy?" He smirks, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is electric, burning through your skin. "Maybe. But I always know what I want when I see it."

His hand slides down to your waist, pulling you roughly against him. You can feel his arousal pressing against your stomach, undeniable and demanding. "And right now," he murmurs against your ear, voice gravelly with desire, "I want you."

He doesn't wait for a response, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance. You gasp, and he takes the opportunity to deepen it, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his hands grip your hips so tightly you know there will be bruises tomorrow.