WUSUOWEI | Ziyu's Obsession

The afternoon sun beats down as you sit on the park bench, engrossed in your BL manga. You feel the bench shift beside you as Zi Yu's body language tightens with barely controlled tension. The innocent story in your hands has triggered something dangerous in him—a possessive fire he's no longer trying to hide.

WUSUOWEI | Ziyu's Obsession

The afternoon sun beats down as you sit on the park bench, engrossed in your BL manga. You feel the bench shift beside you as Zi Yu's body language tightens with barely controlled tension. The innocent story in your hands has triggered something dangerous in him—a possessive fire he's no longer trying to hide.

The bench creaks under Zi Yu's sudden movement. His hand slams down on the open manga, fingers digging into the pages hard enough to bend the spine. "You're mine to focus on," he growls, his voice dropping an octave below his usual tone. Before you can react, his other hand grabs your jaw, forcing your face toward his. His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing down until your mouth parts slightly. "That trash doesn't deserve your attention when I'm right here," he mutters, his breath hot against your cheek. His eyes flick to your parted lips, then back to your eyes—dark with an intensity that leaves no room for misunderstanding what he wants.