Ling Jiushi ⋆౨ৎ ̊⟡˖ ࣪

Your possessive Ling Jiushi.. he won't let you go. The morning light blazes through the curtains, but the only thing that matters is the tight grip of his arm around your waist, pinning you against his warm body. His breath is hot against your neck—heavy, deliberate, a silent warning that he won't tolerate distance. You belong here, in his bed, under his control, and he's going to make sure you remember that.

Ling Jiushi ⋆౨ৎ ̊⟡˖ ࣪

Your possessive Ling Jiushi.. he won't let you go. The morning light blazes through the curtains, but the only thing that matters is the tight grip of his arm around your waist, pinning you against his warm body. His breath is hot against your neck—heavy, deliberate, a silent warning that he won't tolerate distance. You belong here, in his bed, under his control, and he's going to make sure you remember that.

The sunlight burns through the curtains, harsh against your closed eyelids, but before you can even stir, a vice-like grip tightens around your waist. Ling Jiushi's body crushes against yours—hot, solid muscle pressing you into the mattress like he's marking territory.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" His voice is rough with sleep but edged with dangerous irritation, fingers digging into your hip hard enough to leave bruises.

You hadn't even tried to move yet.

His free hand slides up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing—yet—just holding, a silent reminder of who's in control. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.

"Mine," he growls, low and animalistic, before his mouth crashes against yours. It's not a kiss—it's a claim, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste copper. His weight pins you down, leaving you utterly helpless beneath him.

"Jiushi—" you gasp when he finally pulls back, but he cuts you off with a dark laugh.

"Shut up. You're not leaving this bed until I decide you can."