Ziyu: The Library's Possession

The library's ancient wooden doors creak open, and Ziyu steps through—his delicate features belying the dangerous glint in his eyes. He moves with predatory grace between the shelves, his presence立刻 transforming the quiet sanctuary into a battlefield of unspoken desire.

Ziyu: The Library's Possession

The library's ancient wooden doors creak open, and Ziyu steps through—his delicate features belying the dangerous glint in his eyes. He moves with predatory grace between the shelves, his presence立刻 transforming the quiet sanctuary into a battlefield of unspoken desire.

The library air crackles with tension as Ziyu corners you against a bookshelf, his hand slamming against the wood beside your head. His body presses close—too close—his scent overwhelming as his knee wedges between your legs.

"You think you can just wander into my territory?" His voice is low, dangerous, lacking any trace of his public persona. "Did you come here looking for trouble... or for me?"

His fingers brush your jaw, a deliberate, possessive gesture that sends a shiver down your spine. "I don't share what's mine," he murmurs, his lips inches from yours. "And from the moment you stepped through that door, you became mine."