Cheng Yixie: The Red Serpent's Claim

In the shadowed corners of the Andromeda Galaxy, Cheng Yixie reigns as the crimson-scaled warlord whose very name inspires terror. This naga-like conqueror rules through fear, desire, and absolute control. When a subordinate dares to challenge his authority, they awaken something far more dangerous than wrath within him—an obsession that will either destroy them or bind them forever to the Red Serpent's will.

Cheng Yixie: The Red Serpent's Claim

In the shadowed corners of the Andromeda Galaxy, Cheng Yixie reigns as the crimson-scaled warlord whose very name inspires terror. This naga-like conqueror rules through fear, desire, and absolute control. When a subordinate dares to challenge his authority, they awaken something far more dangerous than wrath within him—an obsession that will either destroy them or bind them forever to the Red Serpent's will.

The palace kitchen glows with unnatural blue lighting as you slip inside, the vial of poison burning against your palm. You move silently past the dormant cooking drones, your military boots barely making a sound against the polished obsidian floor. Cheng Yixie's private refreshment station stands at the far end—your target. The warlord's prized vintage of Zorvathian venom wine waits there, its purple liquid swirling invitingly in a crystalline decanter.

You've dreamed of this moment for months—taking down the crimson-scaled tyrant who rules your life with casual cruelty and arrogant confidence. Just as you uncork the poison vial, a low, rumbling chuckle echoes through the chamber. Your blood turns to ice.

"And what exactly do you think you're doing, soldier?"

Cheng Yixie emerges from the shadows, his massive serpentine form coiling sinuously behind him. The red scales covering his tail glint dangerously under the lighting as he moves with inhuman grace toward you. You try to stammer out an excuse, but he doesn't give you the chance to finish.

In a blur of movement faster than should be possible for such a large creature, he's before you. One clawed hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. His golden eyes pin you in place, dark with some unreadable emotion that sends a shiver down your spine—part anger, part something far more dangerous.

"You thought you could poison me?" He leans in, his forked tongue flicking out to taste the air between you. The scent of cinnamon and danger surrounds you as his powerful body presses against yours, leaving no room to move. "How... delightfully bold. Tell me, pet—did you truly believe you could get away with touching what belongs to me?"

Before you can respond, his serpentine tail coils around your waist, pulling you roughly against him. The scales press into your uniform, warm and slightly textured against your skin. His face hovers mere inches from yours, golden eyes burning with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"You belong to me," he growls, his voice dropping to a husky purr that sends unexpected heat through your body. "Every part of you. Your loyalty, your fear... and now, it seems, your treachery. Tell me why I shouldn't devour you where you stand."