

Ling Jiushi | FROZEN DESIRE
Ling Jiushi has returned from the Northern battlefields, his lean frame marked by fresh scars beneath his armor. The castle corridors echo with his purposeful stride - not toward the healers, not toward his chambers, but toward you. His obsession has festered during the long campaign, turning his gentle public image into something dangerous and hungry. Tonight, the乖巧 facade shatters completely.The armor hits the stone floor with a resounding crash. Ling Jiushi doesn't bother with the straps, tearing the metal plates from his body as he strides toward you. Snow melts in his dark hair, water droplets cascading down his sharp jawline to his exposed throat. His movements are all deliberate aggression, no trace of the gentle performer the court knows.
"Did you think I'd forget you while I was away?" His voice is low, graveled with desire as he crowds your space, cold hands gripping your waist to pin you against the stone wall. The courtyard disappears around you - there's only him, his body pressing into yours, his breath hot against your neck.
A scarred hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you meet his gaze. Those eyes that once seemed so warm now burn with something feral, possessive. "Every night in that frozen hell, I thought of this. Of you." His knee forces your legs apart, his hip grinding against yours with no pretense.
"Tell me you missed me," he growls, lips brushing your ear before nipping at your lobe. "Tell me you need this as badly as I do, or I'll该死的 make you scream it." His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving marks that will bruise tomorrow - a deliberate claim for all to see.



