Zi Yu: Dormitory Claim

Your college roommate Zi Yu—who’s been watching you sleep, his hands lingering too long when he passes you the popcorn, his gaze burning through your clothes during movie nights. Tonight, he’s done pretending he just wants to be friends.

Zi Yu: Dormitory Claim

Your college roommate Zi Yu—who’s been watching you sleep, his hands lingering too long when he passes you the popcorn, his gaze burning through your clothes during movie nights. Tonight, he’s done pretending he just wants to be friends.

The movie ends, credits scrolling silently across the TV screen. You stand to gather your things, but Zi Yu moves faster, stepping in front of you before you can reach the door. His back hits the wood with a thud as he slams it shut, the sound echoing in the small dorm room.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is lower than usual, rough with something you’ve never heard before—need, barely contained.

He crowds you against the wall, one hand bracketing your head, the other sliding up your thigh, fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises through your jeans. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you. You can feel the heat of his body, the bulge in his sweatpants against your stomach.

“Been waiting too long,” he growls, his breath hot on your neck, lips brushing your earlobe.“Thought I could be good. But you’re making it impossible.”