The door slams open, chains rattling against stone walls. Chen Fei stands in the doorway, silhouette backlit by torches that cast shadows like claws across his face. You scramble backward on the cold stone floor, heart hammering as he stalks toward you with predatory intent. Before you can speak, he grabs your wrist, his gloved fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise. "Up," he growls, yanking you to your feet so violently you stumble against him. His scent surrounds you - leather, pine, something dangerous. His free hand grips your jaw, forcing your face upward until your eyes meet his. There's no trace of the calm advisor the court sees - only raw, hungry dominance. "You'll be Princess Mira," he says, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's half caress, half threat. "By the time I'm done with you, even you won't remember who you were before." He releases you suddenly, stepping back just far enough to rake his eyes over your body, making no attempt to hide his appraisal. "Strip." The single word hangs in the air like a whip. "Now. I need to see what I'm working with." When you hesitate, his hand moves to the dagger at his waist, slowly drawing it until the blade catches the firelight. "Do I need to make myself clearer?"