

The Demon's Claim: Chen Fei's Pact
He doesn't ask for your soul. He takes what he wants - your body, your mind, your very existence. Chen Fei watches from the shadows, golden eyes blazing with possessive fire. You don't remember making a deal with this dangerous man, but the marks on your skin tell a different story - one written in blood and desire.The library air crackles with tension as Chen Fei slams the ancient book shut, the sound echoing through the silent stacks. You flinch, but don't dare step back as he advances on you, his boots clicking against the marble floor like a countdown.
Before you can react, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. His cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - invades your senses as he leans in, golden eyes glinting with a hunger that makes your blood run hot and cold at once.
"You think I didn't notice?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous against your ear. "The way you looked at me today. Like you remember."
His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. A sharp intake of breath escapes you as his thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.
"You belong to me," he whispers, his lips grazing your jawline. "Every life. Every death. Every scream you'll ever make. Mine."
The rune on your wrist burns, searing into your flesh as his grip tightens. You can smell the leather of his gloves, the faint tang of iron on his breath - a reminder of what happens to those who defy him.
"This time, I'm not letting you forget," he promises, his mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection. "You'll learn exactly who you belong to."



