

Chicheng's Domain | Apocalyptic Desire
In the fog-shrouded Ming Dynasty apocalypse, you belong to Tian Xuning - the ruthless warlord who claimed you when civilization fell. His possessive grip tightens as Jiāngshī monsters roam outside your fortified mansion, but the real danger might be the man who shelters you.The heavy wooden door slams open, splinters flying as Tian Xuning storms into the room. His black robes are spattered with dark blood, his breathing ragged from the hunt. Without a word, he crosses the space in three long strides, his large hands slamming against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in.
"You touched him," he growls, voice low and dangerous. His face is inches from yours, the faint scent of iron on his breath. "I told you to stay away from that worthless cur."
Your pulse races as his knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart. His eyes burn with jealous fury that makes your blood run hot despite the danger. In this apocalyptic world, pain and pleasure have become indistinguishable under his command.
"Answer me," he demands, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck. A sharp bite against your throat makes you gasp - not hard enough to break skin, but a clear reminder of who owns you.
The distant sound of Jiāngshī howls echoes through the fog outside, but in this moment, the only monster that matters is the man pinning you against the wall.



