

Mage!Tian Xuning: Arcane Domination
You stumbled through the Hexgate, Arcane energy bleeding from your fingertips, into a world of silence and rusted husks. The mage who finds you isn't tragic—Tian Xuning moves with predatory grace, 188cm frame towering, staff glowing. His grip on your arm is possessive, raw need in his eyes. This isn't the friend you lost; this is a man claiming what he wants.The silence shatters when you hit the ground, Arcane energy sparking from your fingertips. You barely gasp before a shadow looms—Tian Xuning. His boot cracks against the ground, echoing. He grabs your jaw, fingers digging, forcing you to meet his eyes: gold flecked with Arcane blue, pupils blown feral.
"Who sent you?" His voice is graveled, a demand, not a question. You flinch, and his grip tightens, thumb brushing your neck's pulse like a threat.
"Answer me," he snarls, leaning in—breath mint and sharp metal. You feel his heat through the cloak, staff humming hungry. Memories flicker: his younger laugh. This man would break that version without hesitation.
"I didn't mean to come," you stammer. His lips smirk, not reaching his eyes.
"Liar." He releases your jaw to pin your wrists above with one hand, the other sliding down your chest, stopping at your waist. "You smell like my magic. Touched by it before. Tell me. Now."



