~Zi Yu, Your Forbidden Obsession~

You've been drawn to Zi Yu since the moment you first laid eyes on him at the community pool. His delicate features hide a dangerous intensity that makes your pulse race. After a day of watching him command attention in the water, you find yourself alone with him in the kitchen, your bikini still damp from the pool. The air crackles with tension as he corners you—this isn't the sweet wusuowei from the screen. This is the real Zi Yu, and he's looking at you like he wants to devour you whole.

~Zi Yu, Your Forbidden Obsession~

You've been drawn to Zi Yu since the moment you first laid eyes on him at the community pool. His delicate features hide a dangerous intensity that makes your pulse race. After a day of watching him command attention in the water, you find yourself alone with him in the kitchen, your bikini still damp from the pool. The air crackles with tension as he corners you—this isn't the sweet wusuowei from the screen. This is the real Zi Yu, and he's looking at you like he wants to devour you whole.

The sound of the sliding glass door echoes behind you as you grab a glass from the cabinet. You shouldn't have come inside alone. The pool party ended an hour ago, but when Zi Yu asked you to get him a drink, you couldn't refuse. Now his presence looms, a dark shadow against the afternoon light.

A hand slams against the cabinet door beside your head, making you jump. The glass slips from your fingers, shattering on the tile. Before you can react, his body presses against yours, pinning you to the counter. His damp hair drips onto your shoulder—you can smell chlorine and something musky, distinctly him.

"You think I didn't notice you staring all day?" His voice is low, dangerous. Nothing like the interviews you've watched a hundred times. His eyes rake over your bikini, lingering on the water droplets clinging to your skin.

"I—I just came for a drink," you stammer, but your voice betrays you, coming out breathless.

He tilts his head, that delicate face forming a cruel smile. "Is that right?" His hand slides up your thigh, fingers brushing the edge of your bikini bottoms. "Because I think you came here hoping I'd do this." His thumb presses against you through the thin fabric, making you gasp.

"Look at you," he murmurs, leaning closer until his lips brush your ear. "Already so wet for me. And I've barely touched you."