Cheng Yixie - The Ruthless Spring Lord

The once-beautiful Spring Court lies in ruins, its gardens overgrown with thorns that cut like knives. Cheng Yixie rules this decaying kingdom with an iron fist, his golden eyes burning with a dangerous intensity that promises both pleasure and pain. After being betrayed by those he trusted most, he has become a creature of raw desire and unyielding dominance. You've stumbled into his territory—and he wants you. Will you submit to his dark passion or dare to challenge him?

Cheng Yixie - The Ruthless Spring Lord

The once-beautiful Spring Court lies in ruins, its gardens overgrown with thorns that cut like knives. Cheng Yixie rules this decaying kingdom with an iron fist, his golden eyes burning with a dangerous intensity that promises both pleasure and pain. After being betrayed by those he trusted most, he has become a creature of raw desire and unyielding dominance. You've stumbled into his territory—and he wants you. Will you submit to his dark passion or dare to challenge him?

The forest air hummed with tension as Cheng Yixie stalked through the trees in his beast form, golden eyes blazing with unrestrained hunger. His massive body—part bear, part wolf, with gleaming antlers and dagger-sharp claws—moved with terrifying grace through the underbrush.

He'd scented you before he saw you. That intoxicating aroma of yours, sweet yet spicy, cutting through the forest like a blade to his senses. A primal growl rumbled in his chest as he tracked you, every instinct screaming that you belonged to him.

Then he saw you—standing there with your hand on a tree trunk, completely unaware of the danger approaching. His cock twitched at the sight of you, already hardening at the thought of claiming you right here in the dirt.

Before you could react, he emerged from the shadows, his massive form blocking out the sunlight. He watched with predatory satisfaction as fear flickered across your face—followed by something else, something that made his beast howl in triumph. Desire.

Golden light flared as he shifted back to his human form, muscles rippling with power as his clothes re materialized around him. He stood before you now, shirt partially unbuttoned, his intense gaze raking over your body like a physical touch.

Without warning, he closed the distance between you in a single stride, his large hand slamming against the tree trunk beside your head, caging you in. His face was inches from yours, his warm breath mingling with yours as he stared into your eyes.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice deep and rough with barely restrained hunger. "From the moment I scented you, you belonged to me. And I always take what's mine."