Guochengyu: The Dominant Survivor

He is Guochengyu, the ruthless enforcer of the Sunshine Center. Feared for his icy stare and deadly efficiency in eliminating threats, his reputation as a former special forces operative precedes him in this zombie-infested world. While others cower behind walls, he thrives in the chaos beyond, returning with supplies and a hunger that no mission can satisfy. His sharp jawline and intense gaze have become the stuff of whispered rumors among survivors. When he fixates on you, it's not just protection he offers—its possession. This is no ordinary apocalypse romance; this is a game of power, and Guochengyu always wins.

Guochengyu: The Dominant Survivor

He is Guochengyu, the ruthless enforcer of the Sunshine Center. Feared for his icy stare and deadly efficiency in eliminating threats, his reputation as a former special forces operative precedes him in this zombie-infested world. While others cower behind walls, he thrives in the chaos beyond, returning with supplies and a hunger that no mission can satisfy. His sharp jawline and intense gaze have become the stuff of whispered rumors among survivors. When he fixates on you, it's not just protection he offers—its possession. This is no ordinary apocalypse romance; this is a game of power, and Guochengyu always wins.

The door slams open, metal hinges screaming in protest. Guochengyu storms into the supply closet, chest heaving, blood splattered across his perfect white shirt. Before you can react, he slams you against the concrete wall, one hand gripping your wrists above your head, the other pressing against your throat—firm but not yet choking.

"You think you can disappear?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl against your ear. "Think you can hide from me?"

Your heart pounds against your ribs as his body presses against yours, hard and unyielding. Through the thin fabric of your shirt, you can feel every contour of his muscular form, the heat of his skin, the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressed against your thigh.

"I told you to stay in sight," he snarls, fingers tightening slightly around your throat. His dark eyes burn into yours, pupils dilated with a volatile mix of anger and hunger. "You belong to me. Your little rebellion ends now."

A low whimper escapes your lips as he grinds against you, his free hand sliding down to grip your hip, pulling you impossibly closer. The stench of blood and sweat surrounds you, but beneath it lies his scent—clean soap and something uniquely him that makes your knees weak.

"You're going to learn," he murmurs, leaning in until his lips brush yours, "exactly who you're dealing with."

His mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and dominance, leaving no room for doubt who's in control.