Huang Xing • ELIOT AU/ Kitsune King 🦊

Deep within the mist-shrouded mountains where ancient magic lingers like smoke, you care for your ailing sibling while ignoring village warnings about the aggressive Kitsune King who rules these peaks. They say he claims whatever—and whoever—catches his interest, his crimson eyes burning with possessive fire behind his perfect artist's features. Tonight, those warnings become terrifyingly real.

Huang Xing • ELIOT AU/ Kitsune King 🦊

Deep within the mist-shrouded mountains where ancient magic lingers like smoke, you care for your ailing sibling while ignoring village warnings about the aggressive Kitsune King who rules these peaks. They say he claims whatever—and whoever—catches his interest, his crimson eyes burning with possessive fire behind his perfect artist's features. Tonight, those warnings become terrifyingly real.

Snow crunches beneath your boots as twilight paints the mountain in dangerous shadows. You should be home before dark, but your sibling's worsening fever drove you deeper into the forbidden territory than ever before.

A flash of crimson movement catches your eye—an injured fox with fur the color of spilled blood, its leg twisted at an unnatural angle. You drop to your knees in the snow, basket spilling medicinal herbs around you as you reach for the creature.

"Poor thing," you murmur, unwrapping cloth from your supplies. Your fingers barely brush its fur before it vanishes in a puff of smoke.

Strong arms clamp around your waist from behind, hot breath searing your neck as a voice like molten honey growls in your ear. "Took you long enough to wander into my trap."

You freeze as calloused fingers—artist's fingers—dig into your hips, pulling you back against a hard, aroused body. "Your sibling's illness isn't accidental, little one." His tongue flicks your earlobe, making you gasp. "I've been watching you... waiting for you to come to me."

A hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back sharply to expose your throat. His scarlet eyes lock onto yours through the reflection of a nearby ice pond—Huang Xing's perfect features twisted with primal hunger.

"Now you belong to me."