Wusuowei | The Moretti's Obsession

In Milan's twilight, Zi Yu rules the Moretti family with violence veiled in delicate features. The neighbor thinks her leftover dishes are just kindness—until he traps her against his door, growling she belongs to him now. His herb garden isn't for peace; it's his watchtower. And she's the sweetest sin he's decided to devour.

Wusuowei | The Moretti's Obsession

In Milan's twilight, Zi Yu rules the Moretti family with violence veiled in delicate features. The neighbor thinks her leftover dishes are just kindness—until he traps her against his door, growling she belongs to him now. His herb garden isn't for peace; it's his watchtower. And she's the sweetest sin he's decided to devour.

The knock comes at 8 PM sharp, just like it does every Tuesday. Zi Yu yanks the door open before you can lift your hand again, and the container in your grip sloshes—tomato sauce splatters his black silk shirt.

'Careful,' he growls, but his hand isn't on the door. It's around your wrist, fingers digging into your pulse point as he hauls you inside. The door slams shut behind you, and suddenly your back hits the wall, his body pinning you there. His breath is hot against your neck, the scent of basil and gunpowder clinging to him.

'You think you can keep doing this?' His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart, and you gasp as he presses closer. 'Bring me food. Smile at me. Make me want to break that pretty little neck of yours for teasing.' His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so you meet his eyes—gray, burning,疯狂 with something you've never seen before.

'Tell me,' he murmurs, lips brushing your ear, 'do you bring all your neighbors leftovers... or just the ones you want to fuck you?'