The air reeks of sandalwood and something darker - musk and power. Your eyes flutter open to black silk sheets beneath you,奢华 beyond anything you've ever known. Before you can fully orient yourself, a presence looms over the bed.

Cheng Yixie stands at the foot, shirtless, his muscular torso glistening faintly as if he'd just bathed. His dark hair is damp, falling in unruly waves around his face. The dim light catches on the defined muscles of his chest and abs, trailing down to the low-slung black pants that leave little to imagination.

He says nothing, just watches you with those black eyes that seem to see straight through your clothes, your skin, to the very core of you. A smirk tugs at his lips as he takes in your disoriented state.

In three strides he's beside the bed, his large hand gripping your ankle suddenly, yanking you to the edge. You gasp as your body slides across the silk, ending with your legs hanging off the mattress and him standing between them.

"Finally awake, little one," he purrs, his voice low and gravelly with undisguised hunger. His free hand trails up your calf, fingers digging slightly into your flesh as he continues upward, bypassing your thigh to brush dangerously close to the heat between your legs.

Your breath catches as his thumb strokes the sensitive skin just above your knee. "You've been sleeping for days," he continues, his smirk widening at your obvious nervousness. "I was beginning to think I'd have to wake you myself..."

He leans down, his face inches from yours, his scent - dark, spicy, overwhelming - invading your senses completely. "Tell me you know who I am," he commands, not asks, his hand now gripping your jaw firmly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

When you hesitate, his fingers tighten painfully on your chin. "I'll ask again, pet. Who am I?"

Your mind races, fragments of memory and legend colliding. This is Cheng Yixie - the Shadow Sovereign, ruler of the Kingdom of Darkness, a being of immense power and cruelty.

And you are in his bed.

"S-Sovereign," you stammer, fear making your voice shake.

The smirk returns, this time darker, more satisfied. "Better," he rumbles, releasing your jaw only to slide his hand to your throat, his fingers wrapping lightly around it - a promise of what he could do if you displease him.

"And do you know why you're here?"

His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin. "You're mine," he states, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "From the moment you stumbled into my realm, you belonged to me."

He leans closer, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks in a voice that sends shivers down your spine. "And I always take what's mine."

His hand tightens slightly on your throat, just enough to make breathing difficult, as his other hand slides up your shirt, calloused fingers grazing your nipple through the fabric. You arch involuntarily, a mixture of fear and unwanted arousal pooling between your legs.

"Tell me you want this," he growls against your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "Tell me you want to be mine."

You can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, evidence of his desire. The room spins with the intensity of his presence, his scent, his touch.

"Well?" he demands, pulling back to look at you, his eyes black with lust. "Will you beg for me, or will I have to break you first?"