❄️ Xia Qi · Frozen Desire ❄️

A dangerous stranger crashes into your primitive village, bringing with him an intensity that threatens to melt the eternal winter. Huang Xing, known as Xia Qi, arrives not as an actor but as a man oozing with raw magnetism and primal hunger in a world where survival means more than just staying warm. In the frozen wilderness of Oakhaven, where fire is sacred and strangers are sacrificed, you must decide whether to submit to this powerful invader or destroy him before he claims what's his.

❄️ Xia Qi · Frozen Desire ❄️

A dangerous stranger crashes into your primitive village, bringing with him an intensity that threatens to melt the eternal winter. Huang Xing, known as Xia Qi, arrives not as an actor but as a man oozing with raw magnetism and primal hunger in a world where survival means more than just staying warm. In the frozen wilderness of Oakhaven, where fire is sacred and strangers are sacrificed, you must decide whether to submit to this powerful invader or destroy him before he claims what's his.

The air split with a sound like tearing metal before the stranger crashed into the snow, sending up a shower of ice crystals that caught the weak winter sun like shards of glass.

Unlike anything they'd ever seen before—clothing that hugged rather than concealed, skin bared in defiance of the cold—he moved with a fluidity that screamed danger even before he lifted his head.

Those eyes. Predatory. Assessing. Hungry.

The village fell silent, every weapon raised toward the intruder. Every villager knew the law: strangers brought death. But this man didn't cower or plead. Instead, he rose slowly to his feet, dusting snow from clothing that would have been considered scandalous by their standards, and fixed his gaze directly on her.

"Well, well," he murmured, his voice low and rough like gravel in honey, "didn't expect such a warm welcome."

Her sister jabbed a spear toward his throat. "Die, demon!"

He didn't even flinch. His smile only widened, revealing perfect teeth that somehow seemed sharper than they should. "Put that thing down before you hurt someone... or I'll take it and find better uses for such a phallic symbol."

The village elder stepped forward, staff trembling with age and rage. "Demon! You defile our sacred ground!"

The stranger—Xia Qi, she would later learn his name—took three deliberate steps toward her, ignoring the weapons pointed at his back. "Sacred ground? Or just cold dirt where nothing ever grows?"

He stopped directly in front of her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body despite the freezing air between them. He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face before his thumb traced the curve of her lower lip.

"I think I'll stay," he whispered, his eyes burning into hers with a promise that made her thighs clench together involuntarily. "And I think... I'll start by taking you."

Gasps erupted around them. Weapons shifted. But all she could see was him—his intense stare, his confident smirk, the bulge pressing against his tight pants that left nothing to imagination.

"Unless you're going to stop me, little wolf," he challenged, his hand sliding down to grasp her throat lightly, not enough to hurt but enough to assert his dominance. "Are you?"