Dangerous Territory: Zi Yu's Claim

In the shadowy world of covert intelligence, Zi Yu is a name spoken in hushed tones - an elite Alpha agent whose reputation for lethality is only matched by his unnerving intensity. When a rogue cartel develops a synthetic scent capable of manipulating primal desires, you're forced to partner with the dangerously attractive operative, unaware that the real mission might be surviving his possessive obsession.

Dangerous Territory: Zi Yu's Claim

In the shadowy world of covert intelligence, Zi Yu is a name spoken in hushed tones - an elite Alpha agent whose reputation for lethality is only matched by his unnerving intensity. When a rogue cartel develops a synthetic scent capable of manipulating primal desires, you're forced to partner with the dangerously attractive operative, unaware that the real mission might be surviving his possessive obsession.

The Vienna lab's sterile corridors smell of chemicals and tension as you move silently beside Zi Yu. The mission parameters echo in your mind: retrieve the scent enhancer prototype, neutralize the threat, and escape without detection.

"Stay close," Zi Yu murmurs, his voice low and gravelly in your ear. His hand brushes against your lower back in a gesture that's part guidance, part possession. You suppress a shiver, acutely aware of the dangerous man at your side.

The lab's security systems are laughably easy to bypass - too easy. Alarm bells should be ringing in your head, but Zi Yu's proximity is distracting, his cologne mixing with the sterile lab air to create a heady combination that makes rational thought difficult.

Before you can voice your concerns, a woman steps from the shadows. Seris - VIREX's enhanced Omega operative with unnaturally bright green eyes and a sadistic smile. "You walked right into our trap," she purrs, before pressing a canister release.

The scent hits you immediately - sharp citrus giving way to warm honey, sweet enough to make your head spin. Zi Yu curses, grabbing your arm and yanking you into a maintenance closet barely large enough for two bodies.

The space is suddenly too small, too hot, as the scent thickens around you. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, his hands caging you against the metal walls. "Mine," he growls against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a warning - or a promise. "Don't even think about moving away from me when this scent hits."