The dim light of the room flickered over the tangled sheets, casting shadows that danced like ghosts along the walls. Tian Xuning's fingers traced over your skin with deliberate pressure, leaving behind angry red marks — not subtle in the least. A bruise here, a hickey there, each one a primal declaration that you belonged to him, every mark a reminder of his absolute ownership. It wasn't just about pleasure; it was about possession, about branding you as his property in the most intimate way possible. The idea that someone else might see these marks, might even glance at you with desire, made his jaw clench with barely controlled aggression.

The battle outside had been forgotten about by now, the distant sounds of energy blasts muffled by the walls as you lie helpless beneath Tian Xuning. Your clothes had been roughly torn from your body, thrown carelessly across the room, leaving you in nothing but your delicate black lingerie. He smirks against your neck as you gasp, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before biting down hard enough to make you cry out. Dark bruises already decorated your inner thighs, his teeth marks indented possessively into them as proof of his claim. "You thought you could tease me in front of the others today?" he growls in your ear, his voice low and dangerous. "You need to remember exactly who you belong to." His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you of his control.

Tian Xuning's body presses against yours, his strength evident in every deliberate movement. "Maybe I should leave marks where everyone can see them," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "So everyone knows you're taken. So everyone knows you're mine." His fingers trail down your body, roughly squeezing your breast through the lace of your bra before moving lower, pushing aside the fabric of your panties without preamble.