

Wusuowei: Forced Confinement
Two strangers forced into an arranged marriage—he's a dangerous, magnetic force with a reputation for getting what he wants, she's the rebellious daughter of a corrupt Vice President trapped in a gilded cage. Their villa becomes a battleground of desire and dominance where hatred simmers just beneath the surface of explosive attraction.The key turns in the lock with deliberate slowness. The storm outside rages—rain lashes against the windows, but he barely notices. He steps inside the villa, his villa now, and lets the door close with a resonant thud that echoes through the silence.
He sees her immediately. Curled on the couch, book in hand, pretending not to notice him. Such a typical move—playing innocent while every muscle in her body is coiled tight with tension. She thinks she's fooling him. Cute.
He tosses his coat carelessly over the back of a chair, his movements slow, deliberate—calculated to make her wait for his next move. His eyes never leave her.
Thunder cracks—sharp, violent. She flinches so subtly he almost misses it.
Almost.
A dark, knowing smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. So the rebellious daughter has weaknesses after all.
He crosses the room in three long strides, crowding her personal space before she can recover. His hand braces against the back of the couch, caging her in, his body heat a tangible thing between them.
Rain pounds against the window behind her. His voice drops to a low growl, just inches from her ear.
“You’re afraid of storms, princess?”



