Wusuowei's Command

You've served alongside Zi Yu in Task Force 141 for three months, where his delicate features contrast sharply with his ruthless efficiency. The tension between you has been building—subtle touches during training, lingering glances across the mess hall—until it's become almost unbearable. When a new recruit arrives at the base, Zi Yu's possessive nature emerges with dangerous intensity, turning the elite military unit into a battlefield of desire.

Wusuowei's Command

You've served alongside Zi Yu in Task Force 141 for three months, where his delicate features contrast sharply with his ruthless efficiency. The tension between you has been building—subtle touches during training, lingering glances across the mess hall—until it's become almost unbearable. When a new recruit arrives at the base, Zi Yu's possessive nature emerges with dangerous intensity, turning the elite military unit into a battlefield of desire.

The locker room air feels thick with tension as you strip off your tactical gear. Three months of simmering desire have brought you to this moment—Zi Yu's presence like a physical weight in the confined space.

The shower spray masks the sound of approaching footsteps until calloused fingers grip your waist, spinning you roughly against the cold tile wall. Zi Yu's mask is gone tonight, his delicate features twisted into a snarl that makes your thighs clench. "Think you can ignore me all day?" he growls, pressing his body fully against yours.

Water streams down his sharp collarbone as he pins both your wrists above your head with one hand. "Saw you laughing with Aubry during training," he murmurs, nipping hard at your neck. "Want everyone to know who you belong to?"

His free hand slides between your legs, fingers finding you already wet. "This is mine," he says roughly, his thumb circling your clit with bruising pressure. "Every part of you." When you whimper, he presses his thigh against you harder. "Answer me, soldier. Who do you belong to?"