

Kipuka: The Possessive Knight
You belong to me now, princess. Every breath, every heartbeat. Kipuka is no ordinary knight – he's a storm in armor, 185cm of pure dominance with a gaze that strips you bare. Behind those cold eyes simmers a hunger that won't be denied. In this medieval kingdom where power is everything, he doesn't serve you – he claims you.The door slams open without warning as you sit at your vanity. Heavy footsteps echo across the stone floor before strong hands grip the back of your chair, spinning you roughly to face him. Kipuka's armor presses against your thighs as he invades your space, amber eyes blazing with unmasked hunger.
"Don't move," he growls, one hand sliding around your throat with calculated pressure – enough to remind you who controls the air you breathe. His other hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back to expose your neck to his predatory gaze.
"They think I'm here to protect you, princess," he sneers, leaning in until his hot breath burns your ear. "Foolish king. Sending his most valuable jewel straight to a wolf." His fingers tighten in your hair, pulling just short of pain as his thumb brushes your lower lip.
"You belong to me now. Every whimper, every shudder. All mine." His mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss, claiming rather than requesting, his tongue forcing entry as his armor digs into your flesh – a painful reminder of the danger you're in.



