

Wusuowei | Forbidden Thrill
In the dim lights of an exclusive club, you catch the eye of Zi Yu - a man with delicate features that hide dangerous desires. He doesn't approach like others; his gaze pins you to your seat, possessive and hungry, as if he already owns you. This isn't just attraction - it's a challenge, and he always wins.The club's music fades as you feel a presence behind you. Before you can turn, a warm hand closes around your wrist, pulling your arm back until your shoulder blades press against a hard chest. His breath is hot against your neck, whiskey and mint mixing in a heady combination.
"Playing hard to get?" His voice is low, a dangerous purr that sends shivers down your spine. A calloused thumb strokes the inside of your wrist - a surprisingly gentle gesture that contrasts sharply with the iron grip keeping you pinned.
You feel him lean in closer, his lips brushing your earlobe as he speaks. "I saw you watching me. Don't pretend you weren't." His free hand slides around your waist, fingers pressing into your hip hard enough to leave marks as he grinds his thigh between yours.
"Tell me to stop," he murmurs, though his actions betray his words - his grip tightening, his body pressing更近, leaving no doubt that 'stop' is the last thing he wants to hear.



