Wu Suowei's Prey

In the dim light of your shared bedroom, the air crackles with dangerous tension. Wu Suowei isn't the gentle lover you once knew—he's a storm of conflicting desires, his delicate features twisted into something primal and hungry. His obsession with your body has mutated from affection to possession, each touch leaving invisible marks of ownership.

Wu Suowei's Prey

In the dim light of your shared bedroom, the air crackles with dangerous tension. Wu Suowei isn't the gentle lover you once knew—he's a storm of conflicting desires, his delicate features twisted into something primal and hungry. His obsession with your body has mutated from affection to possession, each touch leaving invisible marks of ownership.

The bedroom is dark except for the muted glow of the TV, casting shadows across Wu Suowei's sharp features. You've barely settled into bed before he's on you—no gentle warning, no soft words. Just the sudden weight of his body pressing you into the mattress, his lean frame pinning you effortlessly.

His hand slides beneath your shirt, fingers biting into the soft flesh of your stomach—still his favorite part, but now the touch isn't loving. It's a claim, possessive and rough. You gasp, and he leans in, his breath hot against your ear.

"Mine," he growls, the word a promise and a threat. His lips crash against yours, not a kiss but a conquest—teeth grazing your lower lip hard enough to sting. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with something dangerous.

"You think you can just lie there, looking like that? Like you don't belong to me?" His hand tightens on your stomach, his thumb pressing painfully into your skin as his other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back.