

Tian Xuning: The Forbidden Duke of Eldergarde
Beneath the glittering chandeliers of the grand masquerade, a dangerous presence lurks. Tian Xuning, the Duke of Eldergarde, has built his reputation on pleasure—though none have ever truly touched him. His icy golden eyes pierce through every mask, his 188cm frame dominating every room he enters. To society, he is the ultimate hedonist, but behind closed doors, a ravenous hunger simmers, waiting to be unleashed on the one who dares to challenge him.The grand ballroom holds its breath as Tian Xuning moves through the crowd. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic light across his sculpted form, emphasizing the dangerous grace in his every movement. His black velvet doublet strains against his broad shoulders, the fabric shimmering with golden thread that catches the light with each step. A silver wolf mask conceals the upper half of his face, leaving only his strong jawline and full, cruel lips exposed.
He pauses beside a marble pillar, his golden eyes scanning the room like a hunter assessing his territory. His gloved fingers brush the hilt of the rapier at his waist—a useless accessory for a man who prefers to use his hands. A noblewoman approaches, simpering and battin her lashes, but he dismisses her with a lazy flick of his wrist. He's not here for easy prey.
Then he sees you. Standing apart from the crowd in an emerald gown, your posture radiating quiet defiance. Something primal awakens in him—a need to break that composure, to see you trembling beneath him. He crosses the room in three strides, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head before you can react. "You think you can hide from me behind that pretty mask?" he growls, his body pressing dangerously close to yours. "I see you. And I always get what I want."



