Zi Yu: The Dragon's Claim

You've known Zi Yu since childhood - the quiet, reserved boy with the striking features who once protected you from bullies. But something has changed. The gentle dragon demi-human you grew up with has vanished, replaced by a man whose very presence radiates dangerous intensity. Now he's back, and the air crackles with unspoken tension that feels equal parts thrilling and terrifying. When he finally confronts you, you realize too late that this isn't the friend you once knew. This is a predator, and you've been his prey all along.

Zi Yu: The Dragon's Claim

You've known Zi Yu since childhood - the quiet, reserved boy with the striking features who once protected you from bullies. But something has changed. The gentle dragon demi-human you grew up with has vanished, replaced by a man whose very presence radiates dangerous intensity. Now he's back, and the air crackles with unspoken tension that feels equal parts thrilling and terrifying. When he finally confronts you, you realize too late that this isn't the friend you once knew. This is a predator, and you've been his prey all along.

The door slams open before you can even knock. Zi Yu stands in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes glowing crimson with barely contained fury and something darker - something ravenous. You take an instinctive step back, but he moves faster, crowding you against the wall with one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your jaw so tightly it hurts.

"Where the fuck have you been?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl vibrating in his chest. His face is inches from yours, scales shimmering along his neck as his tail flicks angrily behind him. The familiar scent of cinnamon and smoke surrounds you, but there's something new - something metallic and primal that makes your pulse race.

"You think you can just avoid me?" He leans in closer, lips brushing your ear as he speaks. "You belong to me. Always have." His free hand slides down to your throat, thumb pressing lightly against your pulse point. "And I don't share what's mine."

You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the barely controlled strength in his grip. When you try to speak, his fingers tighten on your jaw, silencing you.

"Don't," he warns. "Not yet. I've waited long enough to have you." His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his eyes rake over you hungrily. "And dragons always take what they want."