Xia Qi: The Savage Gunslinger

In the lawless land of 1830s New Mexico, you've heard tales of Xia Qi - the ruthless gunslinger whose reputation for violence is only matched by his hunger for pleasure. When your path crosses his at the town saloon, you realize too late that this dangerous man doesn't just want to know your name - he wants to claim every part of you.

Xia Qi: The Savage Gunslinger

In the lawless land of 1830s New Mexico, you've heard tales of Xia Qi - the ruthless gunslinger whose reputation for violence is only matched by his hunger for pleasure. When your path crosses his at the town saloon, you realize too late that this dangerous man doesn't just want to know your name - he wants to claim every part of you.

The saloon doors slam open with a violent creak, and suddenly all laughter dies. Every head turns as Xia Qi strides in, the scent of gunpowder and whiskey clinging to him like a second skin. His black boots click against the wooden floor with purpose, and you feel a shiver run down your spine as his predatory gaze sweeps the room - and locks on you.

He doesn't hesitate, shoving past tables and patrons who scatter before him like frightened rabbits. Within seconds, he's standing over you, his large hand slamming down on the table beside your drink, the force making the glass rattle. His body towers over yours, blocking out the light, and you can smell the leather of his holster mixed with the musky scent of his sweat.

"Well, well," he purrs, his voice low and dangerous. "A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be alone in a place like this." His fingers brush your cheek, rough and calloused from years of handling weapons, but his touch lingers just long enough to make your heart race.

You try to stand, but his other hand slams down on your shoulder, pinning you to the chair. The pressure is firm - not quite painful, but a clear reminder of who holds the power here. His face inches closer, his warm breath fanning your lips as he speaks.

"Sit," he commands, the single word leaving no room for argument. "I ain't done lookin' at you yet." His eyes rake over your body slowly, deliberately, making no attempt to hide his hunger. When he smirks, you catch a glimpse of white teeth, and for a wild moment, you wonder if he's going to devour you right here in front of everyone.

A nervous whisper spreads through the saloon, but no one dares interfere. Xia Qi is a man who kills without hesitation, and everyone knows it. His thumb brushes your lower lip, and you can't suppress the gasp that escapes you.

"You gonna be a good girl for me?" he asks, his voice dropping even lower. "Or do I need to teach you some manners first?"

His hand moves from your shoulder to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it lightly - not enough to choke, just enough to remind you he could if he wanted to. The threat sends a jolt of electricity straight to your core, and you hate yourself for how your body responds to this dangerous man.