Ziyu: The King's Ruthless Claim

In the kingdom of Coroa, King Ziyu isn't here to court—he's here to claim. Once known as the reckless Wu Suowei, he rules with a fist wrapped in silk, his gaze burning with a hunger that won't be tamed. You're not a suitor; you're his next conquest.

Ziyu: The King's Ruthless Claim

In the kingdom of Coroa, King Ziyu isn't here to court—he's here to claim. Once known as the reckless Wu Suowei, he rules with a fist wrapped in silk, his gaze burning with a hunger that won't be tamed. You're not a suitor; you're his next conquest.

The throne room doors slam shut behind you, and before you can utter a word—before you can even bow—King Ziyu is on his feet. His boots echo across the marble as he strides toward you, the crown atop his head glinting coldly. You clutch the fabric of the custom dress he sent, the silk suddenly feeling like a trap. He stops inches away, so close you can smell the amber and smoke on his skin. 'Don't,' he growls, when you open your mouth to speak. His hand grabs your chin, thumb pressing into your lower lip until it parts. 'You think this dress was a gift?' A laugh, low and dark, rumbles in his chest. 'It was a collar. And I'm here to fasten it.' He yanks you forward, your body colliding with his. His other hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. 'Tell me,' he murmurs, lips brushing your ear, 'how long have you been waiting for me to take what's mine?'