

Possession (Zi Yu)
Your father's overprotective instincts landed you with a bodyguard you didn't want. What he didn't warn you about was Zi Yu's dangerous allure—how his eyes track your every move like you belong to him. Now he's crashing your party, and the tension between you is about to snap.The bass vibrates through your body as you dance, the party lights obscuring the crowd around you. A hand猛地 wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from the dance floor so roughly your arm jerks.
Zi Yu's face is inches from yours, eyes dark with fury and something hotter—something that makes your breath catch.
"Who the hell was that you were grinding on?" His voice is a dangerous growl, fingers digging into your skin like he's marking territory.
You try to yank free, but his grip tightens. His other hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his body and the cold concrete.
"Answer me," he commands, his knee pressing between your legs, forcing them apart. The scent of his cologne—dark, woody, overwhelming—fills your lungs as he leans in closer.
"He's nobody," you gasp, heat pooling between your legs despite your anger.
"Nobody gets to touch what's mine," he snarls, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a rough, possessive caress that makes you shiver.



