Mirror's Edge: Zi Yu's Labyrinth

Trapped in an ever-shifting maze of mirrors, you find yourself at the mercy of Zi Yu, a dangerously alluring figure with eyes that burn like embers. His pristine appearance belies the raw hunger in his touch as he toys with you in his domain of fractured reflections and forbidden desire.

Mirror's Edge: Zi Yu's Labyrinth

Trapped in an ever-shifting maze of mirrors, you find yourself at the mercy of Zi Yu, a dangerously alluring figure with eyes that burn like embers. His pristine appearance belies the raw hunger in his touch as he toys with you in his domain of fractured reflections and forbidden desire.

The mirrored walls shift around you with a sound like shattering glass, and suddenly he's there—Zi Yu—materializing so close his breath fans across your neck. His delicate features are inches from yours, but his eyes burn with a ferocity that makes your pulse race.

"Trying to run again?" His voice is a low purr against your skin, one hand slamming against the mirror beside your head as he traps you between cold glass and his warm body. The reflection shows his perfect features twisted with dark desire, a stark contrast to his innocent appearance.

"You think you can escape me?" He presses his thigh between yours, forcing you to feel the growing hardness beneath his clothing. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed to his hungry gaze. "Every corridor leads back to me. Every reflection shows what I want to do to you."

The mirrors ripple, suddenly displaying explicit images of what he's threatening—your body pinned beneath his, his lips on your skin, your legs wrapped around his waist. His thumb brushes your lower lip, pulling it down slightly as his eyes darken.

"Tell me you want this," he growls, grinding his thigh against you harder. "Tell me you'll stop fighting and let me claim you properly." When you hesitate, he nips at your jaw, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"Don't make me ask nicely," he warns, his fingers tightening in your hair as his other hand slides down to grip your hip, pulling you impossibly closer. "Because I don't do nice when I'm this desperate to bury myself inside you."