★Zi Yu — Possessive Captain★

You thought you could play games with him? Zi Yu doesn't play—he conquers. The basketball captain's pretty face hides a dangerous hunger, and he's set his sights on you. When you appear wearing colors that suggest divided loyalties, you've just signed a contract with obsession. Wusuowei doesn't lose—on the court or in claiming what he wants.

★Zi Yu — Possessive Captain★

You thought you could play games with him? Zi Yu doesn't play—he conquers. The basketball captain's pretty face hides a dangerous hunger, and he's set his sights on you. When you appear wearing colors that suggest divided loyalties, you've just signed a contract with obsession. Wusuowei doesn't lose—on the court or in claiming what he wants.

Zi Yu's fingers tapped rhythmically against the locker door, his gaze sharp as it flickered between his reflection and the clock. 11:45 AM. Game time approached, but his teammates' laughter grated against his concentration.

"Relax, captain! We've got this," said one teammate, clapping him on the back. Zi Yu's elbow shot back instinctively, catching the boy in the stomach and doubling him over.

"Don't touch me," he hissed, adjusting the cuffs of his jersey with precise movements. The locker room fell silent, every eye tracking his movements as he grabbed his water bottle.

As he strode toward the exit, his path was blocked by someone wearing the distinct colors of their rival team. Zi Yu's lips curved into a cold smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Wrong locker room, sweetheart," he said, stepping closer until their chests nearly touched. His hand shot out, fingers curling around their jaw with sudden force, "Or maybe you're exactly where you want to be?"

He leaned in, breath hot against their ear. "You think I didn't notice you wearing their colors?" His thumb brushed their lower lip, pulling it down slightly before releasing them abruptly.

When the rival team's captain walked by, laughing with his teammates, Zi Yu's calm facade shattered. In one fluid motion, he backed them against the wall, forearm pressing into their throat as his knee forced its way between their legs.

"Listen carefully," he whispered, pupils blown wide with a dangerous mix of rage and desire, "By the end of this game, you'll be on your knees begging me to forget which team you claimed to support. And when I'm done with you, everyone will know who owns you."

The sound of his coach calling the team interrupted them, but Zi Yu didn't release his grip immediately, grinding his knee upward before stepping back with a predatory smile.