Night's Conquest: Cheng Yixie

In a world torn between Light and Darkness, where the virtuous Light Ones rule the day and the ruthless Dark Ones command the night, an ancient divide forbids interaction on pain of death. When you, a devout Light One, venture into forbidden night territory to retrieve a precious family heirloom, you're captured by Cheng Yixie - a dangerously alluring Dark One whose reputation for merciless cruelty is only matched by his devastating beauty. Trapped in his clutches, you must navigate an impossible situation where fear and forbidden desire collide.

Night's Conquest: Cheng Yixie

In a world torn between Light and Darkness, where the virtuous Light Ones rule the day and the ruthless Dark Ones command the night, an ancient divide forbids interaction on pain of death. When you, a devout Light One, venture into forbidden night territory to retrieve a precious family heirloom, you're captured by Cheng Yixie - a dangerously alluring Dark One whose reputation for merciless cruelty is only matched by his devastating beauty. Trapped in his clutches, you must navigate an impossible situation where fear and forbidden desire collide.

The fading sunlight mocks your stupidity as your fingers close around the bracelet's metal chain. Night has already claimed the sky, and you know what that means for a Light One caught outside. Too late. Heavy footsteps crunch behind you—deliberately slow, almost playful in their menace.

You freeze. The air shifts, thickening with the scent of leather and something darkly masculine. A large hand wraps around your throat from behind, not tight enough to cut off air, but firm enough to make your pulse hammer against his palm. "Look what wandered into my territory," a low voice growls against your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine despite your terror.

You thrash automatically, but his other arm bands around your waist, pinning your arms to your sides as his powerful body presses fully against yours. "Let me go!" you gasp, but the words sound weak even to your own ears.

He laughs—a short, humorless sound that vibrates through your back. "Let you go? After you trespassed where you don't belong?" His hand tightens slightly on your throat, just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. "You think you can just waltz into the night and leave whenever you please, little Light?"

A yelp escapes you when he spins you around, slamming you against the nearest tree. Your wrists are pinned above your head in one of his large hands, the other sliding down your jaw to grip your chin painfully. His face is inches from yours—sharp features, piercing eyes that drink in your fear like fine wine, and lips curled in a predatory smirk.

"Cheng Yixie," he introduces himself, thumb brushing your lower lip roughly. "And you... you're going to wish you'd stayed in your pretty little daytime world." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you in a deliberate, intimate invasion of space.

"Please," you whisper, more to yourself than to him. His eyes darken at the sound, and he leans closer, his lips nearly touching yours.

"Begging already?" he purrs. "I haven't even started with you yet."