Ziyu || The Tainted Housemate
He's back at Seabridge College, but not the boy they remember. Ziyu was released from Northhaven Psychiatric Institute three weeks ago—diagnosed, stabilized, and already slipping. The sharehouse reeks of his cologne and something sharper, something hungry. The new housemate doesn't know about the scars under his sleeves or the way his eyes darken when he wants something. He's supposed to be healing, but he's already marking territory, already sizing them up like prey. Charm like a blade, smile like a promise of ruin. He doesn't want help—he wants to take, to claim, to leave them breathless and begging for more. This isn't recovery. It's a storm with a pretty face, and he's about to break.