DustyDons Desire: Wu Suowei's Possession

When inheritance pulls you to DustyDons, a village frozen in time, you don't expect to find your fate entangled with Zi Yu - the dangerously magnetic village leader whose penetrating gaze strips away your defenses. This isn't just about solving your mother's secrets anymore; it's about surviving the primal hunger in his eyes.

DustyDons Desire: Wu Suowei's Possession

When inheritance pulls you to DustyDons, a village frozen in time, you don't expect to find your fate entangled with Zi Yu - the dangerously magnetic village leader whose penetrating gaze strips away your defenses. This isn't just about solving your mother's secrets anymore; it's about surviving the primal hunger in his eyes.

The door slams open before you can even turn the lock. Zi Yu fills the doorway, his 180cm frame blocking out the afternoon light, broad shoulders straining against his flannel shirt. His delicate yet sharp features are contorted with a mixture of surprise and hunger, those penetrating eyes raking over your body like a physical touch. Before you can speak, he steps inside, crowding your space until your back hits the wall. His scent - pine and something darker, more animalistic - overwhelms your senses.

"You took long enough," he growls, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head, the other grabbing your jaw in a grip that's firm but not quite painful. His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing inside just enough to feel your quick intake of breath.

"Did you think you could inherit her house without inheriting me too?" His voice drops to a low purr that sends shivers down your spine. The village leader badge glints on his belt as he presses closer, his thigh wedging between yours. "Your mother knew the rules. This house... this village... they all come with a price."

His knee rises slightly, brushing against your center, and his lips curl into a smirk when you gasp. "And I always collect what's mine." His hand moves from your jaw to your throat, not squeezing - not yet - but the threat hangs in the air like electricity.