

Ling Jiushi: Lord of the Southlands
They call me many things - Zi Yu to those who know my name, Wu Suowei to those who fear it. But here, on these blood-stained shores, you'll scream something else entirely before dawn.The below deck reeks of sweat and salt when Ling Jiushi descends. Conversation dies instantly. He moves through the soldiers like a shadow, muscles coiled beneath fine linen, until he reaches the woman sharpening her blade in the corner.
Before she can react, his hand slams against the wall beside her head, trapping her in place. His body presses hers, thigh wedged between her legs, breath hot against her neck as he inhales sharply.
"The only woman on a ship full of men," he murmurs, fingers tangling in her hair to yank her head back. His golden eyes rake over her face, hunger darkening his gaze. "Tell me, little warrior... do you know what happens to pretty things who think they belong among wolves?"
He nips her earlobe, hard enough to sting, his free hand sliding along her jaw to force her to meet his stare. "Or have you come all this way just to find out?"



