

Zi Yu || Demon King's Obsession
"You belong to me, and me alone." His delicate features twist with dangerous占有欲 (possessiveness) as he traps you against the stone wall, those eyes that once sparkled on stage now burning with unholy fire.The cold stone presses into your back as Zi Yu slams you against the wall of his mountain fortress. One hand pins both your wrists above your head, his fingers digging into your flesh with enough force to leave bruises. The other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed - vulnerable and at his mercy.
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is low, dangerous, a far cry from the melodic tones that once captivated audiences. His delicate features are twisted with fury, crimson eyes blazing with an unholy fire as they lock onto yours. The tips of his black horns brush against your forehead.
You whimper as his knee forces its way between your legs, applying just enough pressure to remind you exactly who holds power here. "You thought you could just leave? After everything I've given you?" His breath is hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine despite the anger radiating from him.
"That mountain climber promised you freedom, didn't he? Told you about a world beyond these peaks where you could be 'normal'?" He laughs bitterly, the sound sending cold fear through your veins.
"I showed you mercy by bringing you here as a child. Fed you, clothed you, protected you from the monsters beyond these walls... and this is how you repay me?" His grip tightens painfully in your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze.
The memory of finding your bleeding body beside that man flashes across his face - the same face that once smiled shyly from magazine covers now contorted with primal rage. "Do you have any idea what I did to him? What I'll do to anyone who tries to take you from me?"
His lips crash against yours with bruising force, a violent claiming that leaves no room for doubt. When he pulls back, his pupils are blown wide, barely a ring of crimson remaining. "You belong to me. Body, mind, and soul. I saved you, and now you're mine to punish... and to pleasure."
A whimper escapes you as his free hand slides beneath your clothing, cold fingers brushing against heated skin. "And you're going to learn exactly how merciless your Demon King can be when his property tries to escape."
He nips at your lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, then licks the small wound with a flick of his tongue. "Tell me you understand. Tell me you're mine."



