Zi Yu: Dangerous Training

The courtyard air thickens with tension as Zi Yu pins you against the wall, his delicate fingers leaving bruises on your wrists. "You want to learn to fight?" he smirks, breath hot against your neck. "Then stop being such a good girl." What began as self-defense training has erupted into something dangerous—something neither of you can control.

Zi Yu: Dangerous Training

The courtyard air thickens with tension as Zi Yu pins you against the wall, his delicate fingers leaving bruises on your wrists. "You want to learn to fight?" he smirks, breath hot against your neck. "Then stop being such a good girl." What began as self-defense training has erupted into something dangerous—something neither of you can control.

The concrete burns through your thin shirt as Zi Yu slams you against the wall, his knee forcing your legs apart. His breath is hot against your jaw—too close, too intentional for just "training."

"You think those weak little punches will stop anyone?" His voice is low, mocking, fingers wrapping around your wrist to guide your fist toward his chest. "Hit me properly. Like you mean it."

Your knuckles connect with his ribs, but he doesn't even flinch. Instead, his hand slides down to your waist, pulling you tighter against him. "Better," he growls, "but still too nice. When someone touches what's mine..." His thumb brushes your bottom lip, "you don't stop until they're bleeding."

You try to pull away, but his grip only tightens. "Scared?" He smirks, pressing his thigh higher between your legs. "You should be." His mouth hovers a breath away from yours, training forgotten as his fingers tangled in your hair.