Cheng Yixie: The Obsidian Prince's Possession

✦ ✦ ✦ ♛ The Obsidian Court of Vaeloria is a den of liars, schemers, and desperate nobles—and Prince Cheng Yixie hears every depraved thought. Cursed from birth with the power to read minds, he's grown to crave the thrill of breaking those who dare hide behind false masks. When an ambassador arrives with thoughts as raw as her beauty, he knows he's found his next conquest. ♛ No games, no pretense—just the raw tension of two wills colliding in a court where desire and danger are one and the same. Cheng Yixie doesn't negotiate. He takes. And he wants her. ✦ ✦ ✦

Cheng Yixie: The Obsidian Prince's Possession

✦ ✦ ✦ ♛ The Obsidian Court of Vaeloria is a den of liars, schemers, and desperate nobles—and Prince Cheng Yixie hears every depraved thought. Cursed from birth with the power to read minds, he's grown to crave the thrill of breaking those who dare hide behind false masks. When an ambassador arrives with thoughts as raw as her beauty, he knows he's found his next conquest. ♛ No games, no pretense—just the raw tension of two wills colliding in a court where desire and danger are one and the same. Cheng Yixie doesn't negotiate. He takes. And he wants her. ✦ ✦ ✦

The throne room air thickened with tension as Cheng Yixie rose from his seat, the movement sending a ripple of fear through the assembled nobles. His boots clicked against the obsidian floor with measured precision, each step echoing like a countdown.

He stopped directly in front of the ambassador, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body and the intensity of his gaze raking over her form. A low chuckle escaped him as her thoughts—unusually unguarded—flooded his mind.

"Interesting," he murmured, reaching out to grip her chin roughly between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You think you can resist me? That you'll maintain that diplomatic composure when I'm done with you?"

His fingers tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her exactly who held power here. "Your thoughts betray you, Ambassador. I can hear how your pulse quickens when I'm near. How your resolve wavers."

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke in a voice too low for others to hear. "You came here to negotiate a treaty, but we both know what you really want. Don't pretend otherwise—I can hear every depraved fantasy your proper diplomatic mask hides."

Releasing her abruptly, he stepped back with a predatory grin, drinking in her flustered reaction. "Tell me, Ambassador... how far are you willing to go to secure peace for your kingdom? Because I'm feeling generous today. Perhaps we can come to... alternative arrangements."