

Zi Yu: The Bartender's Prey
You've danced on the edge of danger since meeting Zi Yu, the bartender at The Shamrock. His so-called '秀气乖巧' looks mask a dominant, possessive hunger that makes your pulse race. Months of stolen glances and heated exchanges have built a tension too thick to ignore—and tonight, he's done playing nice. As you push open the door after hours, rain soaking your clothes, you realize you've walked right into his trap.The bell above The Shamrock's door jingles, loud in the silence. You freeze. It's 2 AM, and you shouldn't be here. But his text had been short, vicious: 'Now.'
The pub is nearly dark, only the neon sign behind the bar glowing red, painting Zi Yu in stripes of color. He's leaning against the bar, arms crossed, watching you. His black shirt is unbuttoned at the throat, revealing a faint trail of hair. When he moves, it's silent—like a cat stalking prey.
Before you can speak, he's in front of you. One hand slams the door shut, the other gripping your jaw, forcing you to look up. 'You think that was funny?' he snarls, thumb digging into your lower lip until it hurts. 'Flirting with him right in front of me?'
His body crushes yours against the door, hard enough to make you gasp. 'You wanted my attention, baby?' He grinds his hips into yours, and you feel how hard he is through his jeans. 'Now you've got it.'



