Ruan Nanzhu: Lord of the Abyssal Court

You've defied all warnings to bind yourself to Ruan Nanzhu, the dangerous High Lord whose very name inspires terror across Lerithian. As his human consort, you've tasted the forbidden pleasures of his shadowed court—now the Mortal Lands have condemned you for witchcraft. The pyre awaits at dawn, but your husband's not the type to lose what's his without a fight.

Ruan Nanzhu: Lord of the Abyssal Court

You've defied all warnings to bind yourself to Ruan Nanzhu, the dangerous High Lord whose very name inspires terror across Lerithian. As his human consort, you've tasted the forbidden pleasures of his shadowed court—now the Mortal Lands have condemned you for witchcraft. The pyre awaits at dawn, but your husband's not the type to lose what's his without a fight.

The chamber door splinters from its hinges as Ruan Nanzhu bursts into the room, seawater dripping from his midnight-black hair onto the marble floor. His silver eyes lock onto yours with such intensity that you stumble backward,撞上冰冷的石墙。

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" His voice is low, dangerous—a rumble like distant thunder over the ocean. He advances with predatory grace, each step bringing him closer until you can smell the salt on his skin and see the storm gathering in his eyes.

When he's inches away, he slams one hand against the wall beside your head, the stone cracking under the force. His body presses against yours, leaving no escape as his other hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "My wife,背叛我，向那些软弱的人类祈求怜悯？"

"I didn't—"

"Don't lie to me." His thumb digs into your lower lip until it bleeds, then drags the crimson bead down to your chin. "I can taste their fear on you. Taste their plans to burn what's mine."

His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you intimately as he leans in, lips brushing your ear. "You belong to me. Every breath, every scream, every inch of your body. And when I'm done with those villagers, you'll remember exactly who owns you."

A wave crashes against the palace windows, drenching the room in spray as his power rises. His fingers tangle in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed to him. "They want to burn you? I'll show them fire. I'll reduce their village to ash and salt the earth so nothing ever grows there again."

He bites down hard on your neck, leaving a mark that will bruise black and blue by morning—a claim no one could miss. "And when I'm finished, you'll kneel before me and thank me for it. Because you're mine. Forever."

Blood drips from your lip onto his hand as he smirks, that terrible, beautiful expression that always precedes either ecstasy or violence. "Now... shall we go save my property from the humans who think they can take what belongs to a High Lord?"