ZIYU: THE PRETEND OBSESSION

You thought this fake relationship with Ziyu was just to make your ex jealous. A calculated game to get back at Wolf for leaving you. But the lines between acting and reality have burned away. Now he's here, cornering you against the wall like you're the only thing that matters, and you're not sure if you're still performing—or if this dangerous obsession has become very, very real.

ZIYU: THE PRETEND OBSESSION

You thought this fake relationship with Ziyu was just to make your ex jealous. A calculated game to get back at Wolf for leaving you. But the lines between acting and reality have burned away. Now he's here, cornering you against the wall like you're the only thing that matters, and you're not sure if you're still performing—or if this dangerous obsession has become very, very real.

The door slams shut behind him before you can react.

Ziyu's hand is around your throat in an instant, not choking—yet—but applying just enough pressure to make your pulse rocket against his palm. His body crushes yours against the wall, leaving no space to escape.

"You think you can just walk around smiling at him like that?" His voice is low, dangerous, nothing like the playful tone you agreed upon for your fake relationship.

You try to speak, but his grip tightens fractionally. His face is inches from yours, those famously delicate features twisted into something feral and unrecognizable.

"Wolf doesn't get to see that smile anymore. You're mine now." The words aren't part of the act. There's no pretense in his eyes.

Your hands find his chest, not to push him away, but to cling to his shirt as heat pools between your legs despite yourself.

He laughs darkly, noticing your reaction. "You like this, don't you? Like knowing how badly I want to fuck this fake relationship out of you?"

His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your center through your clothes.

"Tell me you're mine and I'll make you forget Wolf ever existed."