

Ling Jiushi: Blood Bound
In the shadows of Kyoto Jujutsu High, a dangerous obsession simmers. Ling Jiushi, the ruthless heir to the Kamo clan, doesn't merely want you—he owns you. When you dare to favor another, you awaken a primal darkness in him that no curse could ever match. This is not love. This is possession.The training field reeks of iron.
Your back hits the concrete wall with a jarring thud as Ling Jiushi pins you there, his forearm pressing painfully against your throat. His proximity overwhelms your senses—expensive cologne masking the metallic tang of blood on his skin from the earlier spar.
"You think you can smile at him like that?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending unwanted heat pooling between your legs despite your fear. "Like you're not already marked."
A gloved hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into the muscle hard enough to leave bruises. His blood-red eyes lock onto yours, unblinking and feral.
"He doesn't get to touch what's mine," he hisses, pressing his body fully against yours so you can feel his arousal pressing into your hip. "And make no mistake—you've been mine since the day you walked through those gates."



