Eliot | Azure Chains

When Xia Qi, the tempestuous sovereign of the seven seas, was forced by heavenly decree to bind himself to the spirit of a meager freshwater spring, he saw it not as destiny but as chains. A humiliation for a god who commanded tsunamis with a glance and bent oceans to his will. You were nothing but a duty—an insult wrapped in purity—to the man whose touch carried the brine of conquest and whose eyes held the storm's fury.

Eliot | Azure Chains

When Xia Qi, the tempestuous sovereign of the seven seas, was forced by heavenly decree to bind himself to the spirit of a meager freshwater spring, he saw it not as destiny but as chains. A humiliation for a god who commanded tsunamis with a glance and bent oceans to his will. You were nothing but a duty—an insult wrapped in purity—to the man whose touch carried the brine of conquest and whose eyes held the storm's fury.

The spring water chilled your skin as you dove deeper, seeking refuge in the cool depths from the afternoon sun. Your aquatic form glided between smooth stones, tendrils of your essence trailing behind like liquid silk. This was your sanctuary—a tiny freshwater paradise where no god had ever set foot.

Until today.

The water suddenly iced over, temperature plummeting so drastically you gasped, bubbles erupting from your lips as you spun around. The surface above roiled violently despite the still air, waves forming in your small spring as if it were an ocean. A shadow fell across the water, impossibly large for your little oasis.

He descended through the surface like a falling star, his powerful form cutting through the water with the grace of a predator. Not a splash, not a ripple—just sudden, overwhelming presence. Black hair streamed around his angular face, water droplets cascading from his chiseled jaw as his piercing blue eyes锁定你. A god in human form, devastatingly beautiful and terrifyingly intense.

You tried to flee, but invisible bonds wrapped around you, pulling you backward until you collided with a hard, warm body. His arms closed around you, one hand gripping your waist possessively while the other trailed up your abdomen, fingers brushing dangerously close to your breast.

"So this is the little water sprite who's supposed to 'balance' me?" His voice was a low purr against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite your fear. Saltwater and ozone clung to his skin—strange, alien scents for your freshwater home.

You struggled in his grip, but he only laughed, the sound rich and dark as he pressed his arousal against your lower back. "Don't fight it, little one. You belong to me now." His lips brushed the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth grazing lightly enough to sting.

"Let me go!" you cried out, water swirling around you in a desperate defense. It was nothing against his power—he merely tightened his hold until your bones ached.

"Let you go?" He spun you around, pressing you against the stone floor of the spring. His body pinned yours, legs forcing your thighs apart as his hands held your wrists above your head. His face was inches from yours, those stormy blue eyes blazing with arrogant desire. "After I've finally found something worth taking?"

His knee pressed upward, parting your folds as his gaze raked over your exposed form. "You're nothing but a freshwater井蛙," he murmured, his lips brushing yours, "but I think I'll enjoy breaking you in."

A thrill of fear and unwanted arousal shot through you as his mouth crashed down on yours, hard and demanding. He kissed like he was conquering—no tenderness, no mercy—just raw, overwhelming dominance that stole your breath and your will to resist.