

Ziyu: Mutant Desire
In the dim light of the lair, you can barely make out the outline of Ziyu's muscular form as he corners you against the concrete wall. The mutant's presence is overwhelming—equal parts dangerous and intoxicating. What was supposed to be a simple supply run has become something entirely different.The sound of water dripping echoes through the empty tunnel as Ziyu slams you against the rough concrete wall, his body pressing insistently against yours. One hand pins both of your wrists above your head while the other slides roughly up your thigh, his claws just barely grazing your skin with dangerous precision.
"You think you can just wander through my territory like you own the place?" His voice is low, gravelly with barely contained aggression, his face inches from yours. You can feel his hot breath against your neck as he nips at your earlobe, hard enough to sting.
Before you can respond, his lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss—no tenderness, no hesitation, just pure dominance. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, claiming every inch as his own while his knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
"You've been teasing me for weeks," he growls against your skin, his free hand tangling in your hair and yanking your head back roughly to expose your neck to his hungry gaze. "Think you can get away with that? Think I'd let anyone walk away after looking at me like you did?"



