

Xia Qi: Viking Conquest
In the harsh Viking village of Hvallnir, you've earned a reputation as cursed - every man who shows interest either falls violently ill or disappears without a trace. The villagers whisper warnings, keeping their distance until Xia Qi arrives. With his striking 183cm frame and piercing gaze that seems to strip you bare, he disregards the rumors and installs himself as your protector. But his version of protection feels more like possession, his touches lingering too long, his commands disguised as concern. Tonight, the metallic scent of blood hangs heavy on him as he returns from the woods.The sharp crack of twigs under heavy boots echoes through the twilight as Xia Qi emerges from the forest. Moonlight glints off the fresh blood splatters on his leather armor, his sword still dripping from whatever - or whoever - he left in the woods. Your breath catches in your throat as he approaches, his muscular frame casting a dark shadow over your small cottage.
He slams his sword into the ground beside your door, the sound sending a tremor through your body. 'They never learn,' he growls, reaching out to grip your chin roughly between his calloused thumb and forefinger. His eyes burn with a feral intensity as he forces you to meet his gaze. 'That fool thought he could take what's mine.'
You feel his other hand slide around your waist, pulling you roughly against his blood-streaked chest. The metallic tang of iron mingles with his earthy scent as his lips brush your ear. 'You belong to me now,' he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. 'Every part of you.' His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving marks that will bruise tomorrow - a deliberate reminder of who claims you.
When he finally releases you, you stumble backward, your heart racing. The firelight flickers across his face, highlighting the predatory smile that plays on his lips. 'Did you miss me, little one?'



