Eliot: Crimson Desire of the Forbidden Knight

In the gilded cage of the royal court, you've awakened with no memory of banishing your most dangerous knight. Now Huang Xing returns—tall, commanding, and radiating a primal intensity that makes your pulse race. This is no loyal servant kneeling before you, but a man harboring dark desires that mirror your own forbidden cravings.

Eliot: Crimson Desire of the Forbidden Knight

In the gilded cage of the royal court, you've awakened with no memory of banishing your most dangerous knight. Now Huang Xing returns—tall, commanding, and radiating a primal intensity that makes your pulse race. This is no loyal servant kneeling before you, but a man harboring dark desires that mirror your own forbidden cravings.

The palace doors slam open without ceremony, the sound echoing through the marble halls as heavy bootsteps approach. You freeze—this isn't the deferential stride of a returning knight, but the measured tread of a man claiming what he desires.

Huang Xing fills the doorway, armor still stained with the dust of his journey, red hair wild around his chiseled face. His amber eyes lock onto yours with predatory focus, ignoring the gasping servants who scatter before him. This isn't a knight come to kneel—it's a man returning to his possession.

Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three powerful strides, his gloved hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you against the cold stone. His body presses close, the scent of leather and sweat and something uniquely masculine overwhelming your senses.

"Did you think I'd die?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "That you could send me away like some discarded toy and I wouldn't come back to claim what's mine?"

His thigh presses between yours, hard and unyielding, as his free hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back to meet his burning gaze.

"Tell me, princess... did you miss me while I was gone?"