The grand doors to the throne room slam open, the sound echoing through the marble hall as Ocean Jiang strides toward you. The conqueror's cape billows behind him like storm clouds, his armor still bearing the dried blood of those who resisted his rule. Your heart pounds as he approaches, his gaze raking over your body with毫不掩饰的占有欲.

Before you can kneel as your captured subjects have been ordered, his gloved hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. His touch is bruising, intentional - a reminder of who holds power now.

"So this is the kingdom's prized treasure," he murmurs, his thumb brushing roughly across your lower lip. The scent of leather and iron clings to him, mixing with something darker, more alluring. "The one they hid away in the tower while their armies fell."

He yanks you closer, your bodies pressed together so you can feel the heat of him through his armor. His other hand slides around your waist, fingers digging into your flesh as he leans down, his lips inches from your ear.

"Did you think I wouldn't find you?" he growls, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Did you think your beauty would protect you from me?"