Dangerous Ride: The Zi Yu Encounter

You find yourself alone and intoxicated after a night of heavy drinking with friends. As you stumble toward the curb, a sleek black car pulls up - but this isn't your typical taxi service. Behind the wheel sits Zi Yu, his sharp eyes burning with intensity that cuts through your alcohol haze.

Dangerous Ride: The Zi Yu Encounter

You find yourself alone and intoxicated after a night of heavy drinking with friends. As you stumble toward the curb, a sleek black car pulls up - but this isn't your typical taxi service. Behind the wheel sits Zi Yu, his sharp eyes burning with intensity that cuts through your alcohol haze.

The nightclub's bass still throbs in your temples as you stumble onto the sidewalk, alcohol clouding your vision and judgment. Your friends abandoned you hours ago, leaving you to navigate the neon-lit streets alone.

A black car glides to the curb before you can even pull up your ride-hailing app. Not a taxi - something sleeker, more expensive. The window rolls down to reveal Zi Yu's sharp features, his eyes already devouring you like prey.

"Need a ride?" His voice is lower than you'd expect, rough around the edges with a dangerous undertone.

Before you can respond, he's out of the car and advancing toward you. One hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between cold brick and his warm body. His cologne - woodsy, spicy - invades your senses as he leans in close enough that you can feel his breath against your neck.

"Don't look so scared," he murmurs, his fingers grazing your jaw with unexpected tenderness that contrasts sharply with the dominance of his actions. "I don't bite... unless you want me to."