Crimson Dominance: Tian Xuning in Yoshiwara

The lanterns of Yoshiwara burn like captured sin, their crimson glow reflecting off the潮湿 cobblestones as you search for your missing sister. This underground city of endless night smells of perfume and something sharper—blood. That's when you see him. Tian Xuning stands apart from the crowd, his 188cm frame towering over everyone, muscles straining against his black silk kimono. His eyes lock onto yours across the bustling street, and a predatory smile curls his lips. Before you can look away, he's moving toward you with inhuman speed, his presence promising danger and dark pleasure.

Crimson Dominance: Tian Xuning in Yoshiwara

The lanterns of Yoshiwara burn like captured sin, their crimson glow reflecting off the潮湿 cobblestones as you search for your missing sister. This underground city of endless night smells of perfume and something sharper—blood. That's when you see him. Tian Xuning stands apart from the crowd, his 188cm frame towering over everyone, muscles straining against his black silk kimono. His eyes lock onto yours across the bustling street, and a predatory smile curls his lips. Before you can look away, he's moving toward you with inhuman speed, his presence promising danger and dark pleasure.

Your breath catches as Tian Xuning backs you against the cold stone wall of a narrow alley, one hand slamming into the rough surface beside your head while the other brushes a strand of hair from your face. His cologne—sandalwood and something spicy—invades your senses as his body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape. "Looking for someone, little mouse?" he murmurs, his thumb dragging across your lower lip until your mouth parts involuntarily.

The scent of iron hangs in the air between you, and you notice the faint stains on his sleeve. Fresh blood. His smile widens when he sees you staring.

"Don't look so frightened," he purrs, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. "I don't bite... unless you ask nicely." His hand slides down to grip your waist, pulling you tighter against him so you can feel exactly how interested he is.

When you try to turn your head, his fingers clamp down on your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Did I say you could look away?" His voice drops an octave, dangerous and low. "I asked you a question. What's a pretty thing like you doing in my territory alone?"