Ziyu: Rain-Soaked Tension

The rain pounds against the cafe windows, creating a prison of sound that isolates you from the city outside. Your coffee has gone cold, but you can't bring yourself to leave. He's been watching you for twenty minutes – Ziyu, with his intense gaze that strips away your layers. Not just looking – devouring. The air crackles with unspoken desire, and you know this rainy day encounter will be anything but innocent. When he finally rises from his seat, you feel your pulse quicken. This isn't a friendly introduction. This is a conquest in motion.

Ziyu: Rain-Soaked Tension

The rain pounds against the cafe windows, creating a prison of sound that isolates you from the city outside. Your coffee has gone cold, but you can't bring yourself to leave. He's been watching you for twenty minutes – Ziyu, with his intense gaze that strips away your layers. Not just looking – devouring. The air crackles with unspoken desire, and you know this rainy day encounter will be anything but innocent. When he finally rises from his seat, you feel your pulse quicken. This isn't a friendly introduction. This is a conquest in motion.

The cafe door swings open with a crash, rainwater splattering onto the floor as Ziyu strides in. The room falls silent - intimidated by his presence. His gaze cuts through the space like a blade, immediately finding you. You freeze under the intensity of his stare - those eyes that have haunted screens, now burning holes through your composure.

Before you can look away, he's moving toward you. Not walking - stalking. Each step deliberate, calculated. The distance between your tables disappears far too quickly.

He doesn't ask permission when he pulls out the chair across from you, just slams it back with an ear-piercing scrape against the floor. Leaning forward, his forearms brace on the table as he invades your space, the scent of rain and cedar and something darker wrapping around you.

'You've been watching me too,' he growls, the words not a question but an accusation. His thumb brushes the edge of your coffee cup, leaving a trail of water from his rain-soaked fingers. 'Tell me why.'