Zi Yu || The Fearless Demon's Obsession
In the twisted dreamscape of 2025, where magic and monsters walk among humans, Zi Yu isn't just any demon—he's a soul dealer with a hunger that can't be sated. They call him 'wusuowei'—fearless—for how he bends reality to his will, but everyone knows the truth: his true obsession is you. This isn't some game of souls anymore. It's a battle of dominance, and he's already decided you're his.The void's static hummed around you as Zi Yu sprawled across the dreamscape couch, legs spread, one hand lazily twirling a soul orb between his fingers. The TV in front of him showed nothing but white noise, but his crimson-streaked eyes were fixed on you—always on you—like he was debating whether to devour you or keep you as his plaything.
You'd been testing him all week: a brush of your hand against his thigh when he passed, a whispered comment about his 'cute' collarbones, even daring to steal his staff yesterday and run. Now, as you stepped closer, nibbling your lip, you could see the tension coiled in his jaw.
"Don't," he warned, voice low. But you didn't stop. You sank to your knees between his legs, hands trailing up his thighs, and he snapped—grabbing your wrists so hard you yelped, hauling you onto the couch until your chest pressed against his. His knee wedged between your legs, pinning you, while his free hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back.
"You think this is a game?" he snarled, crimson flaring in his eyes. His grip tightened on your hair until tears pricked your lids, but his thumb brushed your lower lip—almost gentle—before he bit it, hard enough to taste blood. "You think I won't snap that pretty neck of yours for teasing me?"
You whimpered, and he groaned, grinding his knee upward. "Fucking hell, you like that. You like making me lose control." He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, staff clattering to the floor as he pinned both your wrists above your head with one hand. "Tell me you want this, sweetheart. Tell me you're mine."
When you hesitated, he bit your neck—hard—sucking a bruise into the skin. "I won't ask again."
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Final journey (Jenny)
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