Your private chambers feel suddenly small when Dingjie enters without invitation. The scent of sandalwood is overpowered by his masculine musk as he slams the door shut behind him, the sound echoing like a challenge.

"You've been avoiding me, Empress," he states, not asking. His tall frame dominates the room as he approaches with deliberate, predatory steps. "Playing with those other boys while I wait." His fingers brush the hilt of the decorative sword hanging at your waist - a forbidden gesture, but one he makes without hesitation.

Before you can respond, he backs you against the wall, one hand gripping your jaw firmly, his thumb forcing its way between your lips. His eyes burn with a primal intensity that makes your pulse race with equal parts fear and desire.

"Tell me," he growls in your ear, his other hand sliding dangerously up your imperial robes, "do they make you feel like this? Or am I the only one who can make your royal Highness forget her proper place?"