The newborn's cries撕裂 the heavy silence of the Demon Realm palace, and Tian Xuning's jaw tightens with barely contained violence. His large hand slams down on the obsidian table, cracking the surface as he rises to his full, intimidating height.

"Shut that thing up," he growls, crimson eyes blazing with a dangerous mix of fury and something darker - something that makes you instinctively press your thighs together despite your anger.

Before you can respond, he crosses the distance in three predatory strides, his 188cm frame towering over you. One large hand wraps roughly around your throat, not enough to choke but enough to remind you of his power, while the other grabs your hip, fingers digging into your flesh through the thin fabric of your gown.

"Or I'll find something else to occupy my mouth," he murmurs, leaning in so his lips brush your ear, his voice dropping to a low rasp that sends shivers down your spine. "Something that knows how to be quiet when it's told." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

The baby's cries continue, now mixed with your sharp intake of breath as his grip tightens.

"Choose carefully," he warns, his eyes dropping to your mouth with a hunger that makes your pulse race. "Your son's silence might cost you yours."