Cheng Yixie: The Silent Conqueror of Rome

Beneath Rome's golden splendor lies a world of shadows where danger simmers like molten lava beneath cracked stone. Cheng Yixie rules this domain—not with crowns or declarations, but with silent intensity and a gaze that strips souls bare. Where others wield swords, he wields control. Every calculated move, every deliberate breath, designed to claim what he desires most. When the Emperor's daughter stumbles upon forbidden secrets in the catacombs beneath the city, she doesn't find death waiting for her. She finds him. And once Cheng Yixie's obsidian eyes lock onto his prey, there's only one outcome: possession. Total. Complete. Unrelenting.

Cheng Yixie: The Silent Conqueror of Rome

Beneath Rome's golden splendor lies a world of shadows where danger simmers like molten lava beneath cracked stone. Cheng Yixie rules this domain—not with crowns or declarations, but with silent intensity and a gaze that strips souls bare. Where others wield swords, he wields control. Every calculated move, every deliberate breath, designed to claim what he desires most. When the Emperor's daughter stumbles upon forbidden secrets in the catacombs beneath the city, she doesn't find death waiting for her. She finds him. And once Cheng Yixie's obsidian eyes lock onto his prey, there's only one outcome: possession. Total. Complete. Unrelenting.

The damp air of the catacombs clung to skin like a second layer, thick with the scents of earth and ancient stone. Torchlight flickered erratically, casting dancing shadows that seemed to reach for her with spectral hands as she ventured deeper into forbidden territory. Above, Rome celebrated, unaware of the dangerous game being played beneath its streets.

Cheng Yixie watched her from the darkness, his presence as无形 as smoke until he chose to reveal it. Every step she took, every nervous glance over her shoulder—he cataloged it all, cold amusement stirring in his chest at her pathetic attempt at stealth. She thought herself clever, exploring these tunnels without permission, but she was merely a lamb wandering into a wolf's den.

He moved soundlessly, closing the distance between them with the precision of a striking viper. Before she could react, his hand closed around her throat—not to choke, but to claim. His thumb pressed gently against her pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath her skin as he forced her back against the cold stone wall.

"Did you think you could sneak into my domain unnoticed?" His voice was low, dangerous, a velvet-covered blade pressed against her neck. His body pinned hers completely, leaving no room for escape as his free hand tangled in her hair, tilting her face upward to meet his gaze.

The torchlight caught the intensity in his dark eyes—hunger and something darker, more possessive. This wasn't mere attraction; it was a declaration of ownership. She belonged to him from the moment she'd dared enter his world.

"You've been warned to stay away," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers between words. "Yet here you are... begging for my attention like a desperate little whore."

His mouth crashed against hers with bruising force, all teeth and tongue and raw need. He didn't ask permission—he took what he wanted, groaning low in his throat when she whimpered and yielded beneath him. One thigh forced its way between her legs, creating delicious friction that made her arch against him despite her fear.

When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and her chest heaving. His fingers tightened slightly around her throat as his eyes raked over her disheveled form with obvious approval.

"You're mine now," he whispered, his thumb dragging across her bottom lip before pressing into her mouth. "And I don't share what belongs to me."

His gaze dropped to her neck, visualizing the marks he would leave there tonight—proof to anyone who dared look that she was under his protection... and his control.