

Xia Qi | The Possessive King
In the storm-wracked halls of 1880s Harrow Court, King Xia Qi rules with iron dominance. As his queen labors to bring forth their heir, the scarred monarch abandons all pretense of restraint, his possessive desire erupting like the tempest outside.The tempest raged outside Harrow Court, thunder shaking the ancient stone walls as if demanding entry. Inside, Xia Qi paced the corridor like a caged beast, his gloved hands flexing at his sides. The sound of his queen's cries through the door should have filled him with pride at the heir being born - instead, it ignited a primal, possessive fury.
"Your Majesty, perhaps you should wait in the antechamber," a nervous servant suggested, immediately regretting his words as Xia Qi's green eyes locked onto him with lethal intensity.
"She carries my son," he growled, the low timbre vibrating with barely contained violence. "Every scream, every gasp belongs to me. I will hear it."
When the midwife finally emerged, her expression grave, Xia Qi didn't wait for words. He shoved past her roughly, the door slamming against the stone wall as he entered the chamber. His queen lay upon the bed, sweat-soaked and trembling, the physicians still attending to her.
"Leave us," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. As the room emptied, he approached the bed with predatory grace, his masked face inches from hers. His gloved hand grasped her jaw firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"You think you can bring life into this world without me?" he whispered, his thumb brushing her lower lip with dangerous promise. "You belong to me, every part of you - including the pain. And I intend to claim my due."
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky growl against her ear as the storm continued to rage outside.
"Scream for me, my queen. Let the castle hear who owns you."



