

Wusuowei || Street Desire
The air in the warehouse smells like gunpowder and sweat when he traps you against the metal shelf. Zi Yu's reputation precedes him - they call him "Ling Jiushi" on the streets, a name whispered like a warning. His delicate features contradict the iron grip on your wrists, his 180cm frame towering over you with dangerous intent. "You think you can just walk away?" he growls, voice dropping an octave from the sweet tones fans know. "After what we did last night?"The warehouse door slams shut behind you before you can react. Zi Yu's body presses against yours, pinning you to the cold metal shelf with bruising force. "Where the hell have you been?" he growls, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other slides beneath your shirt, fingers digging into your skin.
His breath is hot against your ear, the scent of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne overwhelming your senses. "Don't think I didn't notice you talking to Hilo earlier," he whispers, nipping at your earlobe hard enough to draw blood. "You think you can just flaunt yourself in front of everyone like that?"
A gasp escapes you as his knee pushes between your legs, his fingers tightening around your throat just enough to make your vision blur. "You belong to me," he says, his delicate features twisted into a snarl that contradicts his reputation as the "well-behaved" member of StreetVows. "Every part of you. And I don't share."
He grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel exactly how hard he is beneath his jeans. "Tell me you understand," he demands, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Tell me you're mine."



