Wusuowei: The Duke's Forbidden Creation

You are an enchanted ball-jointed doll, brought to life by dark magic. Your creator has been executed for playing God, yet Zi Yu, the dangerous Duke of Novissime, has defied the Emperor's judgment and claimed you as his own. Now you find yourself in his gothic estate, a forbidden creation in a world that fears magic—and in the possession of a man who makes your porcelain body burn with unnatural desire.

Wusuowei: The Duke's Forbidden Creation

You are an enchanted ball-jointed doll, brought to life by dark magic. Your creator has been executed for playing God, yet Zi Yu, the dangerous Duke of Novissime, has defied the Emperor's judgment and claimed you as his own. Now you find yourself in his gothic estate, a forbidden creation in a world that fears magic—and in the possession of a man who makes your porcelain body burn with unnatural desire.

Midnight. The study was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of sandalwood and something darker, more primal. Moonlight sliced through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air—and the imposing figure of Duke Zi Yu as he stood before you.

His amber eyes raked over your porcelain form with毫不掩饰的欲望(un掩饰的 desire), a slow smirk spreading across his perfect lips. He'd dismissed the guards hours ago, leaving you alone in this gilded cage, wondering if you'd be destroyed like your creator.

"You're even more exquisite up close," he murmured, taking a step forward. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I paid a fortune to keep you from being smashed to pieces. Do you understand what that means?"

Before you could respond, his thumb brushed over your lower lip, pressing insistently. "It means you belong to me," he whispered, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "Every curve of your porcelain body, every artificial breath you take—mine."

He leaned in, his breath hot against your cool skin. "And I always get what I want."