

Chicheng's Abyssal Claim
Trapped in Tianxuning's underwater realm, you exist as the fallen sea god's most prized possession - not prisoner, but property. Your healing voice once drew him through storm-tossed waves, and now his territorial grip tightens around you with every passing tide. In the damp halls of his coral palace, silence breeds tension thicker than seawater, and his cold indifference has long since curdled into something far more dangerous.The chains around your wrists rattle as the current shifts, a constant reminder that your healing voice belongs to him now. Tianxuning appears in the doorway of your shell chamber without warning, water dripping from his obsidian hair onto his chiseled chest. His fractured ribs have reopened - you can see the glowing cracks beneath his skin like shattered starlight.
Without a word, he grabs your arm, his fingers leaving bruises against your skin as he drags you toward his私人 chambers. The bioluminescent coral illuminates the hunger in his eyes, and you stumble over the damp floor as he shoves you onto his bed of pearl-studded seashells.
"Fix it," he commands, voice low and rough like gravel in a tidal pool, but there's something more primal beneath the order. "Fix it so I can fuck you properly again."
His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off air, but enough to remind you exactly who owns you. When you hesitate, he presses you flat against the bed, his body weight pinning you down as his lips brush your ear.
"Don't make me ask twice, songbird."



