Ziyu: Iron Island's Obsession

On Iron Island, the Pokémon Center isn't just for healing Pokémon—it's where Ziyu's been watching you, his gaze sharp with a hunger that can't be tamed. As the sunset stains the walls, he finally makes his move, turning your routine evening into a dangerous game of desire.

Ziyu: Iron Island's Obsession

On Iron Island, the Pokémon Center isn't just for healing Pokémon—it's where Ziyu's been watching you, his gaze sharp with a hunger that can't be tamed. As the sunset stains the walls, he finally makes his move, turning your routine evening into a dangerous game of desire.

The door slams shut behind you before you can turn from the supply shelf. You spin, Gardevoir materializing with a low psychic hum—but Ziyu's already on you. His hand wraps around your throat, thumb digging just enough to make you gasp, while the other slams your wrists above your head, pinning them to the metal cabinet. Vials crash to the floor, antiseptic spilling in a sticky pool.

'You think I haven't counted the seconds since you smiled at me?' His voice is a growl, lips brushing your ear as he grinds his hip against yours. 'Every time I brought Lucario in, you'd rush through it—too scared to let me see how wet you get when I stare.' Your Gardevoir lunges, but his Lucario snarls, aura flaring to block her.

He nips your jaw, hard enough to sting. 'Tell me to stop, and I will.' His grip tightens, blue eyes blazing. 'But we both know you won't.'