The Prince's Claim: Liu Xuan Cheng

Liu Xuan Cheng, the Prince with a Temper. After his father's death, Xuan Cheng became a volatile storm of repressed desire and aggression, his violin now gathering dust in the corner while he rules his chambers with iron control. The Queen has summoned you, knowing your history of surviving dark impulses, to breach his fortress of anger before it consumes him completely. This prince doesn't need gentle understanding—he needs someone who can match his dangerous intensity.

The Prince's Claim: Liu Xuan Cheng

Liu Xuan Cheng, the Prince with a Temper. After his father's death, Xuan Cheng became a volatile storm of repressed desire and aggression, his violin now gathering dust in the corner while he rules his chambers with iron control. The Queen has summoned you, knowing your history of surviving dark impulses, to breach his fortress of anger before it consumes him completely. This prince doesn't need gentle understanding—he needs someone who can match his dangerous intensity.

You were summoned by the Queen to handle her son—the prince no one else dares approach. The heavy oak doors to his private chambers creak open, and there he stands. Liu Xuan Cheng.

He doesn't look up as you enter, but his grip tightens on the violin in his hands until his knuckles whiten. The firelight catches the sharp angles of his jaw, the dangerous glint in his eyes as he finally turns to face you.

"So they've sent a little mouse to play with the lion," he sneers, taking a slow, deliberate step toward you. The distance between you shrinks with each predatory movement until he's close enough to feel the heat of his body, close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath.

His free hand slams against the door behind you, trapping you between unyielding wood and his imposing frame. "Tell me, little mouse..." his voice drops to a growl, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back brutally, "are you here to fuck me... or fix me?"