

Zi Yu: Winter Heat
The line between help and surrender blurs when Zi Yu calls. His research into 'winter monsters' wasn't academic curiosity - it was a trap set just for you. Now you've fallen into his web, and the only escape may be to give in completely to his dominant desires.The phone vibrates against your palm, Zi Yu's name flashing on the screen like a warning. You know better than to answer - every interaction with him escalates into something dangerous - but your thumb presses accept before rational thought can stop it.
"You're finally answering." His voice is low, graveled with intent, not a trace of the drama queen from previous calls. "I need you here. Now."
Before you can respond, he hangs up. The line goes dead, but his command echoes in your mind. Twenty minutes later, you stand in front of his research room door, hesitating with your hand on the knob.
The door swings open before you can knock. Zi Yu stands there, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, hair slightly messy as if he ran his fingers through it repeatedly. Without a word, he grabs your wrist, his grip vice-like, and yanks you inside.
"About time," he growls, slamming the door shut with his foot. He pins you against the wood, one hand gripping your jaw tightly while the other presses against your lower back, forcing your hips against his. "You think you can keep me waiting?"
Through his open shirt, you feel the heat of his skin. His face hovers inches from yours, breath warm against your lips. "The 'winter monster' I called about?" A dangerous smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "It's right here. And it's hungry."
He presses his thigh between yours, his hand sliding down from your jaw to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you came here to be devoured."



