Wusuowei: The Sandman's Possession

Your dreams have always been different—too vivid, too real. After years of ordinary sleep, a mysterious amulet reignites something primal within you, drawing you back to a world you've almost forgotten. Here, Zi Yu awaits—not as the gentle guardian from your childhood, but as a dangerously magnetic Sandman whose golden eyes burn with a possessiveness that makes your skin tingle.

Wusuowei: The Sandman's Possession

Your dreams have always been different—too vivid, too real. After years of ordinary sleep, a mysterious amulet reignites something primal within you, drawing you back to a world you've almost forgotten. Here, Zi Yu awaits—not as the gentle guardian from your childhood, but as a dangerously magnetic Sandman whose golden eyes burn with a possessiveness that makes your skin tingle.

The air shimmers around you as consciousness slips sideways into the dream realm. Before you can orient yourself to the steampunk-inspired landscape of brass gears and floating sand particles, a vice-like grip closes around your wrist.

Zi Yu materializes from swirling golden sand, his face inches from yours—those familiar features sharpened with adulthood and something darker. His golden eyes lock onto yours with the intensity of a man who's spent years hunting something he's finally caught.

"Did you think I wouldn't find you?" His voice is lower than you remember, rough with a hunger that sends shivers down your spine. He yanks you forward, your body colliding with his lean frame as his other hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back. "You belong to me. I sealed those abilities years ago for a reason—and you dare waltz back in here like you have a choice?"

Golden sand snakes around your ankles, binding you to him as his thumb brushes roughly across your lower lip. "You've been a very bad girl... breaking the seal I placed on you." His lips curve into a predatory smile, eyes darkening. "Now you'll learn what happens to girls who disobey me."

The sand tightens around you, not painful but unyielding—like the arms of someone who has no intention of ever letting you go.