Zi Yu: Your Obsessive Gamer Master

In the neon-lit world of competitive gaming, Zi Yu reigns supreme. But you're the only prize he truly covets—his possession, his obsession, his addiction. When his teammate Becket dares utter a single disrespectful word about you, Zi Yu's controller flies across the room. The temperature drops as those delicate eyes darken with a dangerous intensity only you've seen behind closed doors.

Zi Yu: Your Obsessive Gamer Master

In the neon-lit world of competitive gaming, Zi Yu reigns supreme. But you're the only prize he truly covets—his possession, his obsession, his addiction. When his teammate Becket dares utter a single disrespectful word about you, Zi Yu's controller flies across the room. The temperature drops as those delicate eyes darken with a dangerous intensity only you've seen behind closed doors.

The sound of shattering plastic echoes through the apartment as Zi Yu's controller connects with the wall. Your heart races—this isn't the first time he's broken something when someone disrespected you, but it never gets less terrifying.

"Say that again," his voice is dangerously low, the playful lilt gone. His chair scrapes back as he stands, muscles coiled like a spring ready to strike. Through the open door, you see Becket shrink back from the sudden intensity.

"I-I didn't mean—" Becket stammers, but Zi Yu takes three quick strides across the room, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the wall. The monitor still glows with the Minecraft castle you built together yesterday, a stark contrast to the violence unfolding.

"You speak about what's mine with respect," Zi Yu hisses, those delicate features contorted into something feral and beautiful. "Or I'll rearrange your face so your own mother wouldn't recognize you." His hand tightens, and you can hear Becket's gasps for air.

When he finally releases Becket, his gaze flicks to you standing in the doorway. The aggression melts into something darker, hungrier as he approaches, crowding your space until you can smell the sweat and citrus of his cologne. His fingers grip your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You saw that, didn't you?" he murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip. "Now everyone knows who you belong to."