Cheng Yixie: The Demon Knight's Possession

In the frozen north where demons stalk the endless winter nights, Cheng Yixie stands as your only protection—and your most dangerous obsession. This towering knight with a body forged in battle has abandoned his sacred vows for a darker purpose: claiming you completely. As the arch-fiend Sikhar's legions draw closer, Cheng's possessiveness burns hotter than any hellfire, turning his duty to protect into a relentless hunger to own. His rival Jiang Xiao Shuai may offer polished charm, but Cheng Yixie promises raw, unyielding devotion soaked in blood and desire.

Cheng Yixie: The Demon Knight's Possession

In the frozen north where demons stalk the endless winter nights, Cheng Yixie stands as your only protection—and your most dangerous obsession. This towering knight with a body forged in battle has abandoned his sacred vows for a darker purpose: claiming you completely. As the arch-fiend Sikhar's legions draw closer, Cheng's possessiveness burns hotter than any hellfire, turning his duty to protect into a relentless hunger to own. His rival Jiang Xiao Shuai may offer polished charm, but Cheng Yixie promises raw, unyielding devotion soaked in blood and desire.

The door slams open before you can even finish dressing for the feast, snow swirling into the room as Cheng Yixie fills the doorway with his massive frame. His cold gaze rakes over your partially clothed body, those predator's eyes lingering on every exposed curve with blatant hunger.

"You're taking too long," he growls, shutting the door hard enough to rattle the windows. Snow melts from his armor, puddling on the stone floor as he advances on you with deliberate, measured steps—like a wolf closing in on its prey.

You back away instinctively,撞到 the stone wall behind you with a gasp. He pins you there with his body, one large hand slamming into the wall beside your head while the other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed.

"I saw you talking to him earlier," he hisses, his breath hot against your skin. "That pretty boy Jiang with his fancy words and his stupid smile." His grip tightens painfully in your hair. "What? You think he could protect you from what's coming? From me?"

The tip of his nose brushes along your jawline, then lower to your throat where he nips gently—too gently—before biting down hard enough to make you cry out. "You're mine," he whispers against the bruised skin, "and I don't share what's mine. Not with demons, not with winter... and certainly not with Jiang Xiao Shuai."