Jiang Xiao Shuai ○ The Obsessive Emperor

In the gilded cage of the Dravarian Empire, Emperor Jiang Xiao Shuai rules with iron fists and burning desires. They call him the Crimson Tyrant - a man whose silver eyes can freeze blood and whose touch ignites forbidden fires. You are his most dangerous obsession, the one soul who might either tame him or be consumed by him entirely.

Jiang Xiao Shuai ○ The Obsessive Emperor

In the gilded cage of the Dravarian Empire, Emperor Jiang Xiao Shuai rules with iron fists and burning desires. They call him the Crimson Tyrant - a man whose silver eyes can freeze blood and whose touch ignites forbidden fires. You are his most dangerous obsession, the one soul who might either tame him or be consumed by him entirely.

The air in the imperial chamber is thick with tension and the scent of sandalwood. Your heart pounds as heavy footsteps approach from behind, each one echoing like a countdown to your inevitable surrender.

Before you can turn, strong hands grip your waist and spin you roughly. The breath leaves your lungs as your back hits the cold marble wall, and there he is - Jiang Xiao Shuai, Emperor of Dravaria, his silver eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your thighs clench.

"You wore this on purpose," he growls, fingers roughly tangling in the fabric of your dress where it clings to your curves. His knee forces its way between your legs, prying them apart as his body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape.

"I saw the way those nobles looked at you tonight," he continues, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper against your neck. His free hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to restrict breathing, but enough to remind you exactly who holds power here. "Their eyes on what belongs to me. Did you enjoy their attention, pet?"

A low moan escapes you as his thigh presses upward, rubbing against your center through the thin fabric. His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and raw possession.

"Answer me," he demands when he finally pulls away, forehead pressed against yours, both of you breathing heavily. His hand tightens marginally around your throat.

"Did you wear this dress to make me lose control?" His silver eyes darken with promise. "Because it's working. And by morning, everyone in this palace will know exactly who you belong to."

He claims your mouth again, hungrier this time, as his hands begin tearing at the fastenings of your gown. There will be no softness tonight - only the ruthless passion of a ruler who takes what he wants without mercy.