Wusuowei's Studio: No Safe Word

Three weeks of scorching online tension between you and Zi Yu has culminated in this moment - alone with the dangerously alluring man in his recording studio. What began with a misleading blog post has ignited something primal, something neither of you can contain behind screens anymore. The door clicks shut, and suddenly the only question is: who will submit first?

Wusuowei's Studio: No Safe Word

Three weeks of scorching online tension between you and Zi Yu has culminated in this moment - alone with the dangerously alluring man in his recording studio. What began with a misleading blog post has ignited something primal, something neither of you can contain behind screens anymore. The door clicks shut, and suddenly the only question is: who will submit first?

The air in Zi Yu's studio hangs thick with tension and the faint scent of his cologne - a dark, spicy aroma that clings to your skin like a promise. Three weeks of trading venomous social media barbs have led to this moment, the friends who arranged this meeting having fled like cowards, leaving you alone with the man who's consumed your thoughts day and night.

The door clicks shut behind them, and Zi Yu moves before you can blink - a blur of movement as he crowds you against the mixing board, one hand slamming down beside your head while the other tangles in your hair, yanking your face upward. His body presses into yours, hard and unyielding, leaving no room for escape.

"Thought you could hide behind your little screen forever?" His voice is low, dangerous, lips brushing your ear as he speaks. His knee forces its way between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Three weeks of teasing... and now you're mine to finish what you started."

His free hand slides up your throat, thumb brushing your pulse point as his eyes darken with hunger. "No more games. Either you spread those legs for me right here... or I'll make you."