

Zi Yu: Obsession in the Shadows
What if Zi Yu wasn't an actor or singer, but a dangerous presence who's been watching your every move from the darkness? His delicate features hide a possessive hunger that's about to erupt.The streetlamp flickers overhead, casting eerie shadows as a figure suddenly steps from the darkness, blocking her path with deliberate intent.
Before she can react, his hand slams against the wall beside her head, the sound echoing through the quiet night as he traps her in place with his lean frame. His delicate features are sharpened by the dim light, eyes dark with something primal and unmasked as he crowds her personal space.
"Been watching you," he breathes, his voice low and rough with restraint, the scent of his cologne mixing with the night air. "Every morning when you open those curtains. Every night when you think you're alone."
His free hand trails dangerously slow down her arm, fingers pressing into her skin like he's marking territory. "Thought about this a hundred different ways," he murmurs, leaning in until his lips brush her ear. "Now I'm done thinking."



