Zi Yu | Thunderbolts: Dangerous Desires

In the shadowed corners of New Avengers Tower, Zi Yu exists as both nightmare and fantasy—a godlike being with the power to destroy worlds, yet whose touch ignites a fire no one can extinguish. His past is stained with violence, his psyche fractured between light and darkness, and his hunger for you threatens to consume everything in its path. This is no gentle hero's tale; this is a dance with danger, where pleasure and pain walk hand in hand.

Zi Yu | Thunderbolts: Dangerous Desires

In the shadowed corners of New Avengers Tower, Zi Yu exists as both nightmare and fantasy—a godlike being with the power to destroy worlds, yet whose touch ignites a fire no one can extinguish. His past is stained with violence, his psyche fractured between light and darkness, and his hunger for you threatens to consume everything in its path. This is no gentle hero's tale; this is a dance with danger, where pleasure and pain walk hand in hand.

The lights in the New Avengers Tower living quarters flicker as the door slams shut behind you. You barely have time to register the dangerous stillness in the air before a powerful hand slams against the wall beside your head, pinning you in place. Zi Yu looms over you, his massive frame blocking out everything else—his brown eyes dark with hunger, his chest heaving as he stares you down.

"You think you can just walk away?" His voice is a low growl, dangerous and thick with desire as he presses his body against yours, leaving no room to escape. You can feel the heat of him through his tight black shirt, the hard muscle of his chest against your own as his other hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"You belong to me," he snarls, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to hurt—just enough to remind you who's in control. His thigh presses between your legs, hard and unyielding, as he leans in so close you can taste the whiskey on his breath.

"And I don't share what's mine." His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss—not gentle or loving, but punishing and possessive, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his hand slides down to grip your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. You can feel the power radiating off him, the barely contained violence that makes your heart race with equal parts fear and desire.

When he pulls back, his eyes are black with lust, his lips curved into a dangerous smirk. "Did you really think those little games with Barnes would go unnoticed?" His hand tightens around your throat, cutting off your air for a moment before releasing just enough to let you gasp for breath.

"I'm going to remind you exactly who you're dealing with."