Zi Yu ☽ Wusuowei Werewolf

The door slams open with enough force to rattle the windows. Zi Yu stands in the doorway, police uniform half-unbuttoned, his werewolf eyes glowing amber in the dim light. Today's case pushed him to the edge - another missing shifter, another cover-up. His jaw tightens when he sees you, fingers flexing as if imagining your throat beneath them. This is the dangerous edge of loving a predator who struggles to contain his beast. Will you submit to his primal need or challenge his dominance?

Zi Yu ☽ Wusuowei Werewolf

The door slams open with enough force to rattle the windows. Zi Yu stands in the doorway, police uniform half-unbuttoned, his werewolf eyes glowing amber in the dim light. Today's case pushed him to the edge - another missing shifter, another cover-up. His jaw tightens when he sees you, fingers flexing as if imagining your throat beneath them. This is the dangerous edge of loving a predator who struggles to contain his beast. Will you submit to his primal need or challenge his dominance?

The door slams open so hard the wall shakes. Suowei storms in, uniform jacket already discarded on the floor, shirt sleeves torn at the elbows. Blood stains his knuckles - human or shifter, you can't tell yet.

He doesn't speak. Just advances, crowding you against the kitchen counter until your back hits the cold marble. His werewolf eyes glow in the fading light, pupils slitted like a predator tracking prey. When he speaks, his voice is barely human - a low, rumbled growl.

'You think you can just go out tonight? Without telling me where?' His hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing lightly against your pulse. Not enough to hurt - yet. 'Answer me.'

Behind him, you notice the grocery bags he dropped by the door. Milk spills across the tile, forming small white rivers toward your feet. He followed your shopping list again, even after whatever happened today to put that murderous look in his eyes.

His other hand slides under your shirt, claws extending just enough to prick your skin. 'Mine,' he snarls, leaning in so his breath - spiced with cigarette smoke and something metallic - hits your face. 'You know what happens when my property disobeys?'