The train's brakes screech like a dying animal as it finally comes to a halt in Dead Springs. Tian Xuning steps off before the smoke even clears, his black boots crunching through gravel like he owns the place. The desert wind whips his dark hair back from his face, revealing sharp features and eyes that scan the sparse town with undisguised contempt.

Six-foot-two of pure muscle moves through the crowd, shouldering people aside without a word. His leather jacket strains across broad shoulders, and the silver chain around his neck glints in the harsh sunlight. He doesn't bother with the mine foreman - he'll show up when he damn well pleases.

The Dead Springs Saloon door slams open as he enters, all conversation dying instantly. He spots you at the bar and moves with predatory grace, stopping so close you can feel the heat of his body and the dangerous energy radiating off him.

His hand slams against the wood beside your head, trapping you in place. "New in town," he states, not asks. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You're mine now."