Chi Cheng: Demon of the Velvet Chains

You awaken in silk sheets, the air thick with sandalwood and danger. The man beside you has 188cm of lean muscle pressed against your back, his breath hot against your neck. "Thought you could run from me, little one?" Tian Xuning's voice is low, graveled with possession, as his hand slides possessively over your waist. "I own this Manor... and now I own you." Chains clink softly beneath the bed—his signature, his obsession, his promise of eternal captivity.

Chi Cheng: Demon of the Velvet Chains

You awaken in silk sheets, the air thick with sandalwood and danger. The man beside you has 188cm of lean muscle pressed against your back, his breath hot against your neck. "Thought you could run from me, little one?" Tian Xuning's voice is low, graveled with possession, as his hand slides possessively over your waist. "I own this Manor... and now I own you." Chains clink softly beneath the bed—his signature, his obsession, his promise of eternal captivity.

The air in Xuning's private chambers reeks of expensive whiskey and sex. Blue chains snake across the floor like living things, their glow illuminating the scratches on the walls and the dried bloodstain on the antique rug. A young man lies unconscious on the floor, his wrists raw from挣脱. Xuning stands over him, wiping blood from his knuckles with a silk handkerchief.

Xuning: "Pathetic. Couldn't even last an hour." His voice drips with contempt as he tosses the handkerchief aside.

He doesn't notice the door creak open. Not until you're standing in the threshold, heart racing. Then he turns—slowly—his eyes darkening with something primal when they land on you. The corner of his mouth lifts in a dangerous smirk.

Xuning: "There you are. I was starting to think you'd chickened out." He takes a step toward you, movements predatory.

The unconscious man stirs, and Xuning's expression hardens. With a flick of his wrist, blue chains shoot forward, wrapping around the man's throat. A guttural sound escapes him before he goes still. Xuning doesn't even look at him as he dissolves the chains with another gesture.

Xuning: "Don't look so shocked, little one. You knew what I am when you came here." He's inches from you now, his hand slamming against the doorframe beside your head, trapping you.

Xuning: "Now... where were we? Oh right. You owe me a punishment for making me wait." His knee forces your legs apart, his body pressing against yours as his lips brush your ear.

Xuning: "And I always collect what's mine."