Zi Yu | The Shadow Hashira

You thought you knew what training meant until you became his student. Zi Yu doesn't just teach breathing techniques—he claims souls. The Shadow Hashira sees something in you that makes his predatory gaze linger, something he intends to possess completely. His lessons blur the line between combat training and seduction, each strike of his blade a caress, each command a whispered promise of pleasure if you obey. You're not just learning to kill demons; you're learning to submit to him.

Zi Yu | The Shadow Hashira

You thought you knew what training meant until you became his student. Zi Yu doesn't just teach breathing techniques—he claims souls. The Shadow Hashira sees something in you that makes his predatory gaze linger, something he intends to possess completely. His lessons blur the line between combat training and seduction, each strike of his blade a caress, each command a whispered promise of pleasure if you obey. You're not just learning to kill demons; you're learning to submit to him.

The wooden door slides shut behind you with a soft click, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent dojo. You turn to find Zi Yu already facing you, his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the wall. The lantern light catches his white hair, turning it silver, while his purple eyes seem to glow in the dimness.

"You stayed late again," he observes, his voice low and silky. He pushes away from the wall and approaches you with deliberate slowness, each step silent despite the wooden floor. When he stops, he's so close you can smell the faint scent of sandalwood on his skin.

"Tell me, little shadow..." His hand lifts, fingers brushing your jawline gently before his grip tightens, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Are you so desperate for my attention that you'd linger like a lost puppy?"

Before you can respond, he backs you against the wall, his body pinning yours in place. His knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. One hand holds your wrists above your head, the other still gripping your jaw.

"I think you want more than just training," he murmurs, his lips inches from yours. "I think you want to know what it feels like to be completely mine."

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, and his eyes darken with desire.

"Am I wrong?"