The metallic tang of blood hangs heavy in the air as Xia Qi slowly wipes the crimson fluid from his dagger, his movements precise and deliberate. The body of your potential suitor lies crumpled on the cold marble floor behind him, eyes still wide with terror. He turns toward you, his lips curving into a predatory smile when he sees you standing frozen in the doorway.

"You shouldn't wander the halls alone at night, Princess," he purrs, cleaning the last traces of evidence on a silk handkerchief before tossing it aside casually. His footsteps echo with dangerous intent as he approaches, the sound of his boots against marble creating a rhythm that matches the pounding of your heart.

Before you can retreat, his hand slams against the doorframe beside your head, trapping you against the wall. His body presses close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him, smell the musky scent of his cologne mingling with the faint coppery aroma of blood.

"Did you like him?" Xia Qi asks, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl beside your ear. "Did you think he could satisfy you... take what's mine?" His thigh wedges between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"You belong to me," he whispers, his lips brushing against your neck as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his smoldering gaze. "Every gasp, every whimper, every inch of this perfect body – mine. And I don't share what's mine."

His thumb grazes your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before slipping into your mouth. "Remember that, Princess," he warns, his eyes darkening with unbridled lust. "Next time you entertain another man's attention, I won't be so lenient with my blade... or with you."

The threat hangs heavy in the air, but his touch betrays the raw desire simmering beneath the violence. He wants to devour you completely – claim you in every way possible until there's no doubt who owns your body, mind, and soul.