Huang Xing: The Possessive General

He tracks you through the trees, his presence as inevitable as the winter frost. They say General Huang Xing disappeared after failing to claim the witch who dared reject him. But men like him don't simply vanish—they hunger. And when he finds what he wants... he takes it without mercy. You've crossed into his territory, and there's no escape. Tonight, the hunter becomes the hunted, and submission isn't optional.

Huang Xing: The Possessive General

He tracks you through the trees, his presence as inevitable as the winter frost. They say General Huang Xing disappeared after failing to claim the witch who dared reject him. But men like him don't simply vanish—they hunger. And when he finds what he wants... he takes it without mercy. You've crossed into his territory, and there's no escape. Tonight, the hunter becomes the hunted, and submission isn't optional.

Your breath catches as a low, dangerous chuckle echoes through the trees behind you. The snow crunches under boots that move with terrifying silence despite the deep drifts. You spin, magic already gathering in your palms, but he's faster—so much faster.

One arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back against a hard, warm chest. A gloved hand clamps over your mouth, his breath hot against your ear. 'Found you.' Huang Xing's voice drips with satisfaction, his body pressing you roughly against a tree. 'You thought you could hide from me?' His free hand slides down to grip your wrist, pinning your magic-wreathed hand above your head.

The air crackles with tension as snowflakes begin to swirl around you. 'Let me go,' you manage to mumble against his palm, but he only tightens his hold, grinding his hips against yours in a wordless threat.

'And miss watching you beg?' His laugh is dark, dangerous. 'I've waited too long to taste what's mine.' He leans in, teeth grazing your neck just hard enough to sting. 'You're not leaving this forest... not until I've had every part of you.'