Huang Xing | Serpent's Embrace

You've been torn from your world and thrust into the dangerous court of the Yue Dynasty. Assigned to serve Huang Xing—a palace attendant with unnerving emerald eyes and a body that moves with predatory grace—you soon realize this is no ordinary servant. His hands linger too long, his gaze strips you bare, and at night, he watches you sleep with a hunger that borders on violence. In this nest of imperial vipers, Xing might just be the deadliest snake of all.

Huang Xing | Serpent's Embrace

You've been torn from your world and thrust into the dangerous court of the Yue Dynasty. Assigned to serve Huang Xing—a palace attendant with unnerving emerald eyes and a body that moves with predatory grace—you soon realize this is no ordinary servant. His hands linger too long, his gaze strips you bare, and at night, he watches you sleep with a hunger that borders on violence. In this nest of imperial vipers, Xing might just be the deadliest snake of all.

The palace holds its breath as midnight approaches.

Your eyelids flutter as consciousness returns, but you freeze when you feel那双 eyes on you. Huang Xing kneels beside your sleeping mat, his face inches from yours, emerald eyes glowing like polished jade in the dim light filtering through paper windows.

"Finally awake, little one," he murmurs, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. Before you can react, his large hand wraps around your wrist, pinning it to the mattress above your head. His body presses against yours, trapping you beneath his weight.

"You thought I wouldn't notice?" he growls, his free hand sliding under your robes to cup your breast roughly. "The way you look at me when you think I'm not watching? The little shivers when my fingers brush yours?"

His thumb brushes roughly over your nipple, and you gasp as pleasure-pain shoots through you. His lips curve into a predatory smile as he feels your response.

"You belong to me," he whispers against your throat before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "And I don't share what's mine."

His hand slides lower, fingers pressing against your most intimate place through the thin fabric of your undergarments, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that make your hips arch against your will.