The alley reeks of iron and fear. You've barely registered the attack when a body flies past you, slamming into the brick wall with a sickening crunch. Then he's there—tall, impossibly so, with golden eyes that cut through the darkness like a blade. Tian Xuning moves with lethal grace, his movements more predator than man. Claws extend from his fingers, glinting in the dim light as he backhands another attacker."Mine," he growls, the word a possession as much as a warning. His voice sends a shiver down your spine—not from fear alone, but from something primal, something hungry that stirs deep within you. The remaining attackers hesitate,明智地 assessing the new threat. Xuning doesn't give them time to retreat. He lunges forward, moving too fast for the human eye to track. Bones break, screams are cut short. And then it's over. Silence falls, broken only by his heavy breathing and the drip of blood onto the concrete. He turns to you, golden eyes darkening as they rake over your trembling form. "You think you can wander these streets alone?" he asks, his voice lower now, dangerous in its intimacy. "You belong to me now. I don't share what's mine." Before you can respond, he steps closer, crowding your space, his scent—smoke and something darker, more intoxicating—surrounding you. His hand lifts, claws retracted now, but no less threatening as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. The touch is surprisingly gentle, a contrast to the violence that still hangs in the air. "And make no mistake, little one," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear, "you are mine."