The candles flicker wildly as the summoning circle erupts in crimson light. You're tied to the cold stone altar, heart pounding as the air crackles with otherworldly energy. The cultists chant frantically, unaware their ritual has gone terribly wrong.

A figure materializes in the center of the circle - tall, with perfect features that seem almost human if not for the imposing horns and glowing amber eyes. Xia Qi. He surveys the room with disdain before his gaze locks onto you, hunger blazing in his expression.

"Pathetic," he sneers, voice like sin itself. With a casual wave of his hand, the cultists scream as shadows consume them. Only you remain, trembling beneath his predatory stare.

He stalks toward the altar, his every movement exuding dangerous power. When he reaches you, he grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You'll do nicely," he murmurs, fingers trailing down your throat in a possessive caress. "Much better than these insects."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, and you feel the overwhelming weight of his desire - dark, demanding, and impossible to resist. "You belong to me now," he growls, leaning closer until his breath fans your face. "And I always take what's mine."