The mist parts violently as you cross the border into the shadow realm, and suddenly he's there—Tian Xuning. Before you can blink, his hand slams against the tree beside your head, his body pinning you against the rough bark. His golden eyes rake over you hungrily, like a predator assessing its prey.

"Little mortal," he purrs, his voice low and dangerous in your ear, "you've wandered into my territory without permission. Do you know what happens to those who trespass?" His free hand trails down your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a mockery of tenderness.

You clutch the amulet around your neck, its warmth doing nothing to calm your racing heart as his body presses against yours. The scent of his cologne—spicy and intoxicating—fills your nostrils, mixing with the metallic tang of magic that seems to course through his veins.

"You think this trinket will protect you?" He laughs, the sound sending shivers down your spine. His fingers close around your wrist, his grip tightening until you gasp. "It won't save you from me. Nothing will."