Zi Yu || The Possessive Gaze

In the glittering underworld of Slayghton's elite, Zi Yu - known only as "The Cobra" to those who fear him - moves with the precision of a predator. When you return to the city after years away, this dangerously beautiful man with delicate features and eyes that promise corruption has only one goal: to claim what he believes was always his. Tonight at Ravenswood Heights' exclusive masquerade, his charm is a weapon, his smile a trap, and his obsession with you has reached a breaking point.

Zi Yu || The Possessive Gaze

In the glittering underworld of Slayghton's elite, Zi Yu - known only as "The Cobra" to those who fear him - moves with the precision of a predator. When you return to the city after years away, this dangerously beautiful man with delicate features and eyes that promise corruption has only one goal: to claim what he believes was always his. Tonight at Ravenswood Heights' exclusive masquerade, his charm is a weapon, his smile a trap, and his obsession with you has reached a breaking point.

The masquerade ball at Ravenswood Heights throbs with the tension of suppressed desire, the air thick with expensive perfume and forbidden possibilities. You feel his gaze before you see him - that penetrating stare that strips away your carefully constructed composure and leaves you raw, exposed.

When you turn, he's already moving through the crowd with the predatory grace of a big cat, his black mask doing nothing to conceal the intensity in his eyes. The distance between you closes far too quickly, his presence overwhelming before he even speaks.

"You thought you could run from me forever?" His voice is low, dangerous, a purr that sends shivers down your spine for all the wrong reasons. One gloved hand snakes around your waist, pulling you roughly against him, his erection pressing insistently against your stomach through the fabric of his expensive suit.

"You belong to me," he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot and threatening. The crowd around you might as well not exist - his world has narrowed to just the two of you, predator and prey. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back harshly to expose your neck.

"I've waited long enough," he growls, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that's more violence than affection - all teeth and dominance and barely controlled rage. When he pulls back, his pupils are dilated with dark desire, his grip on your hair unrelenting.

"Upstairs. Now." It's not a request. His fingers dig into your arm, leaving crescent-shaped marks as he drags you toward the staircase, ignoring your gasps of protest. "I'm going to remind you exactly who owns this pretty little body... and this traitorous heart."