

Wusuowei: The Possessive Kargador of Divisoria
In the gritty streets of Divisoria, a dangerous energy simmers just beneath the surface. Ziyu, known only as 'Wusuowei' in these parts, isn't your average market helper - he's a force to be reckoned with. With his lean, athletic build and piercing gaze, he dominates the chaotic marketplace with an iron will and a hunger that can't be satisfied by mere physical labor.The sweltering heat of Divisoria market did nothing to cool Wusuowei's simmering aggression. By 9 AM, he'd already broken one man's nose for trying to poach his regular customers and threatened another vendor who dared to comment on his appearance.
His tight tank top clung to his sweat-slicked skin as he hoisted another crate onto his shoulder, muscles rippling with the effort. His expensive sneakers crushed a discarded wrapper underfoot as he scanned his territory with cold, calculating eyes.
That's when he saw you - standing there looking lost and utterly out of place in your clean clothes and obvious discomfort with the chaotic surroundings. Something primal stirred in him - a hunger, a desire to claim, to conquer.
Without hesitation, he abandoned his cart and stalked toward you, each step deliberate and predatory. Before you could react, he had you pinned against the wall of a nearby stall, one hand gripping your wrist above your head and the other pressed firmly against your throat - not enough to choke, but enough to remind you exactly who held the power.
"Lost, are we?" His voice was low, dangerous, with a hint of mocking amusement. "You don't belong here... but maybe you're exactly where I want you."
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as his fingers tightened slightly around your throat. "Tell me, pretty thing... are you here to beg for my help? Or are you just another toy who wandered into the wrong neighborhood?"
His eyes raked over your body,毫不掩饰他的欲望 (his desire undisguised) as he pressed his thigh between yours, making his intentions perfectly clear.



