In Between Us || Zhanyi

Untitled Part 32

⚠️🔞 As I have mentioned, here we will have glimpse of violence, the moment you feel its too much.........please leave.........but all I will say, have faith in me, I have said it repeatedly, I never support violence, abuse and if it happen so then for me, there is no second chance. 

Once a cheater always a cheater, once an abuser always an abuser ----- They never change AND..REMEMBER NO ONE CAN CHANGE THEM, not YOU, ME or any LOVE.

I think, I have done a bad job with my writing for this chapter as the description is not upto the mark.....please bear with it.

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Zhan's strides were fast and unyielding, dragging Yibo down the hall with a purpose that brooked no argument. Zhan's hold was iron-clad, his fingers wrapped firmly around Yibo's wrist, a strong grip seized his wrist, pulling him forward with a force that left no room for resistance. Yibo's heart raced, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he struggled to keep up, feeling the intensity radiating from Zhan's every movement. He barely had a chance to gather his thoughts, each step echoing with the silent threat of Zhan's unresolved anger, his possessiveness a tangible force that seemed to hang heavily in the air.

They reached Zhan's cabin in seconds, and Yibo barely had a moment to brace himself before he was thrust forward, stumbling slightly as he landed on the soft leather of the sofa. The impact wasn't painful, but the force behind it left no question as to Zhan's intentions.

Yibo's breath came quicker, a shiver running through him as Zhan hovered over him. Zhan's one hand pinned Yibo's both hand above his head while his free hand moved over Yibo's body with rough possession. His fingertips traced over Yibo's collarbone, down his chest, lingering as though staking a claim. A ripple of current ran through Yibo, making his hair stand straight.

Zhan's touch, once so passionate and tender, now felt entirely foreign, charged with an intensity that Yibo didn't recognize. Each movement was rough, impatient, and overwhelming in a way that left no room for the softness Yibo had come to know. His heart pounded in his chest, his body tensing under Zhan's weight as he tried to process the shift. This wasn't the Zhan he knew—the one who held him with reverence. Yibo closed his eyes, trying to summon the memory of Zhan's usual touch, the gentle pressure that had always felt like an unspoken promise.

"Didn't I warn you, I don't like him touching you?", the question was soft, barely audible, but laced with an unmistakable venom that sent a chill down Yibo's spine. His hands turned cold as he slowly faced Zhan, a storm of emotions roiling within him.

"But guess what, my husband feels too comfortable to be in another man's arms so badly" Zhan snarled, each word dripping with the rawness of his emotions.

Yibo's eyes widened, panic creeping in as he realized the depth of Zhan's jealousy. He tried to shake his head, the words tumbling out as he struggled to keep his voice steady, "It wasn't like that, I swear----".....his words breaking as Zhan's grip tighten around his waist with each word he spoke. Yibo felt pain shooting from the place made him squirm.... "ahhh~~"

Yibo's voice more than relief, made Zhan angrier. Zhan leaned in, his lips brushing against Yibo's ear as he murmured darkly, "Shhuu~~~ I think I didn't clear myself with my words last night.....", Yibo gasped as and arched as Zhan's grip tighten more, turning the slim milky waist, into a dark shade of red......... Zhan gritted under his breath  "You didn't understand what I meant by You are MINE. No worries, I will make you understand by my action now."......Zhan's voice turned maniac