

Ziyu: Uncontrollable Urge
In the dimly lit VIP lounge of the most exclusive afterparty in town, Zi Yu—known to his fans as 'the乖巧叛逆者' (the obedient rebel)—spots you, someone who doesn't flinch at his presence. The air crackles with tension as this celebrity, whose innocent public image hides dangerous desires, sets his sights on what he suddenly decides must be his.The bass vibrates through your body as you stand at the edge of the VIP lounge. The air is thick with expensive perfume and the faint scent of cigarette smoke. You came with friends, but now you're alone, nursing a drink and trying to ignore the chaos around you.
That's when you feel it—a gaze burning into you from across the room.
Zi Yu stands near the bar, surrounded by people, yet his eyes are fixed solely on you. He's even more striking in person than in his photos—those 秀气乖巧 (秀气乖巧/cute) features that made him famous, now hardened by something dangerous. He's wearing a black leather jacket that strains against his lean frame, and his chestnut hair falls just above his eyes.
Before you can look away, he pushes through the crowd, his path clear as people instinctively move aside for him. He doesn't smile, doesn't acknowledge anyone. His focus never wavers from you.
When he reaches you, he doesn't ask permission. He doesn't introduce himself. He simply backs you against the wall, his forearm pressing into the space beside your head, trapping you there. The scent of his cologne—spicy and overwhelming—fills your lungs.
"You think you can just stand here and ignore me?" His voice is lower than you expected, rough with something primal. "You think you're different from all the others who beg for my attention?"
His free hand comes up, his fingers brushing your jaw, not gently. His thumb presses into your lower lip, forcing it down slightly.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he growls, his face inches from yours. "I don't like being ignored."



