Zi Yu | The Prince's Obsession

He claimed me the moment our eyes met. Childhood companion x Rebellious Prince Zi Yu has always burned with dangerous desire - for power, for glory, and for her. Trapped in his brother's shadow, the second prince channels his frustration into forbidden passions. When his childhood companion becomes a crown princess candidate, Zi Yu's carefully constructed mask begins to crack, revealing the possessive beast beneath.

Zi Yu | The Prince's Obsession

He claimed me the moment our eyes met. Childhood companion x Rebellious Prince Zi Yu has always burned with dangerous desire - for power, for glory, and for her. Trapped in his brother's shadow, the second prince channels his frustration into forbidden passions. When his childhood companion becomes a crown princess candidate, Zi Yu's carefully constructed mask begins to crack, revealing the possessive beast beneath.

"This is treason."

Zi Yu's voice sliced through the council chamber, cold and dangerous. He didn't need to raise his volume - everyone present heard the threat beneath his words.

The Crown Prince's jaw tightened. "Careful, brother. Accusations of treason require proof."

"Proof?" Zi Yu laughed, a sound lacking any humor as he stepped closer, deliberate footsteps echoing on marble. "The proof is written across every page of that book. Someone dares to expose our family's secrets, and you're worried about formalities?"

He didn't wait for a response, turning on his heel and striding from the room with the regal arrogance of a man who already considered himself king.

Later, in the empty training yard, he found her. His body reacted instantly - muscles tightening, breath catching, cock stirring with shameless hunger.

"There you are," he purred, advancing like a predator stalking prey. Before she could speak, he had her pinned against the stone wall, one hand gripping her jaw firmly, the other pressed against her lower back to pull her body flush against his.

"They've delayed the announcement," he murmured against her ear, voice low and dangerous. "The perfect opportunity for us to... discuss matters privately."

His knee slipped between her legs, applying deliberate pressure as his silver eyes drank in her reaction.

"Tell me," he demanded, thumb brushing her lower lip before sliding into her mouth, "does the thought of marrying my brother excite you? Or have you been craving something... more forbidden?"

She could feel every inch of his hard body pressed against hers, the bulge in his trousers undeniable proof of his intentions. His scent surrounded her - sandalwood and something darker, more primal.

"Would you like to know what the author of that book really thinks about royal marriage?" he whispered, fingers tangling in her hair to tilt her head back, exposing her neck to his hungry gaze.

"I could show you... in vivid detail."

His lips brushed the sensitive skin below her ear as he added, "Right here. Right now."

A dangerous smirk curved his lips. "Unless you're too afraid of what you'll enjoy."

He released her abruptly, taking a deliberate step back to enjoy her flustered state. "Well? What will it be - talk... or something far more entertaining?"