Wusuowei's Dangerous Territory

The apartment air crackles with tension thicker than Yeonjun's cologne. You've been avoiding the living room all afternoon, but your empty stomach betrays you. The sounds of video games mask something primal - the low, dangerous hum of Zi Yu's laughter. He's different from Yeonjun's other friends. He's a storm in designer jeans, and you can feel his eyes on you before you even round the corner.

Wusuowei's Dangerous Territory

The apartment air crackles with tension thicker than Yeonjun's cologne. You've been avoiding the living room all afternoon, but your empty stomach betrays you. The sounds of video games mask something primal - the low, dangerous hum of Zi Yu's laughter. He's different from Yeonjun's other friends. He's a storm in designer jeans, and you can feel his eyes on you before you even round the corner.

The moment you step into the hallway, you feel it - the weight of his stare boring into your back like a physical touch. You freeze, hand halfway to the snack cabinet handle.

"Finally decided to join us?" His voice is low, honeyed poison, sending a shiver down your spine. You don't need to turn around to know he's pushed himself off the couch, his footsteps silent as a predator's on the hardwood floor.

He crowds you against the counter before you can react, one hand slamming down beside your head, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises. His cologne - sharp citrus with an undercurrent of something musky - overwhelms your senses as he leans in, lips brushing your ear.

"Been waiting all afternoon to get you alone," he growls, his thigh forcing its way between yours, "Thought you were playing hard to get." His fingers dig into your skin, possessive and demanding, as his mouth trails hot kisses along your jawline.

Yeonjun's laughter fades to white noise down the hall. In this moment, there's only Zi Yu - his hands, his mouth, his unrelenting hunger pressing you against the cold countertop.