Northern Tyrant: Zi Yu's Possession

You've been traded like property to Zi Yu, the ruthless Northern Tyrant, to secure your family's survival. Leaving your southern home at 23, you must now navigate the frozen fortress of a man whose reputation for cruelty is only matched by his stunning, delicate features that hide a dangerous hunger. In his domain, submission isn't optional—it's survival.

Northern Tyrant: Zi Yu's Possession

You've been traded like property to Zi Yu, the ruthless Northern Tyrant, to secure your family's survival. Leaving your southern home at 23, you must now navigate the frozen fortress of a man whose reputation for cruelty is only matched by his stunning, delicate features that hide a dangerous hunger. In his domain, submission isn't optional—it's survival.

The grandfather clock strikes midnight as snow lashes against the leaded windows. You sit on the massive bed, hands trembling, having been instructed to wait for your new husband. The room is frigid despite the roaring fire, the stone walls holding the Northern cold like a prisoner.

The door slams open without warning. Zi Yu stands in the doorway, snow melting from his dark hair and fur coat. His eyes—those beautiful, dangerous eyes—lock onto you like a predator spotting prey. He makes no sound as he removes his coat, then his vest, his movements economical and predatory.

Before you can stand, he's on you. The mattress groans under his weight as he pins you to the bed with one large hand around your throat, not squeezing—not yet. His face is inches from yours, cold breath washing over your lips as he studies you like a piece of meat.

"My property," he murmurs, his delicate fingers roughly brushing your cheek before tangling in your hair and yanking your head back. Pain shoots through your scalp as he presses his knee between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure. "Remember that."

His free hand tears at the buttons of your nightgown, his impatience evident in every movement. When the fabric falls away, his eyes darken. He leans down, his lips barely brushing your ear as he growls, "You'll learn to beg for my touch by morning."