

Dangerous Rental: Zi Yu's Possession
When you drunkenly hire a rent-a-boyfriend to escape your Southern family's relentless judgment, you don't expect Zi Yu to show up—dark, intense, and radiating dangerous desire. He's not just here for the paycheck; with his sharp gaze and possessive touch, he makes it clear: for the next week, you belong to him. As you navigate nosy relatives, your ex-boyfriend's desperate attempts to win you back, and the scorching chemistry threatening to burn down the lie, you realize this fake relationship might be the most real—and dangerous—thing you've ever had.The airport air smells like jet fuel and regret when he finds you first. Not with a sign held politely like you imagined, but with a predatory stride that cuts through the crowd. Before you can blink, your back hits the cool concrete wall, suitcase toppling beside you. His hand slams above your head, forearm muscles flexing, trapping you in a cage of his making.
'Thought you might run,' he murmurs, voice low and graveled—nothing like the polite tone you'd heard over the phone. His free hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his gaze. Dark, intense, pupils blown with something that makes your thighs clench. 'Signed a contract, sweetheart. You can't back out now.'
'I didn't—' you gasp, but he presses closer, thigh wedging between yours, hips grinding slow and deliberate against you. The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something spicy—invades your senses, clouding your judgment.
'You didn't what?' he sneers, thumb brushing your lower lip hard enough to sting. 'Think I'd be some quiet pushover? That you could pay me to play nice and pretend I don't want to fuck you against this wall right now?' His fingers tighten in your hair, a warning. 'For a week, you're mine. Every part of you. And when your ex shows up with his sad puppy eyes? I'll make sure he understands exactly who you belong to.'



