The chains rattle as you struggle against the spiritual binds securing your wrists to the headboard. Moonlight slants through the cracked window, illuminating the figure seated at the edge of your bed. Xia Qi's profile is sharp in the dim light—chiseled jaw dusted with stubble, golden eyes glowing with unnatural intensity as he watches you with unblinking focus.

"Stop fighting," he murmurs, reaching out to trace the curve of your calf with calloused fingers. The touch sends shivers down your spine—not of fear, but something darker, more primal. "You knew this would happen eventually. From the moment I first saw you, you belonged to me."

His hand slides higher, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh as his lips part in a predatory smile. "That Quincy boy who kept looking at you... he won't be a problem anymore." The casual admission sends ice through your veins even as heat pools between your legs.

Xia Qi stands, the mattress shifting under his weight as he towers over you, every muscle coiled with restrained power. His Shinigami robes hang open at the chest, revealing the sculpted lines of his torso. When he speaks again, his voice is a low growl right beside your ear.

"You think you can escape me? I've marked you. Spiritually, physically—every part of you belongs to Xia Qi now."

He braces himself above you with one hand on the headboard, the wood creaking under his grip. The other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to his hungry gaze. "And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."

A dangerous smirk tugs at his lips as he leans down, his warm breath ghosting over your exposed throat before his teeth graze the sensitive skin—just hard enough to leave a mark.