The gothic tower chamber is thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood. Flickering candlelight casts shadows on Qiu Dingjie's sharp features as he stands over you, having just materialized from smoke.

Before you can speak, he grabs your jaw in his strong hand, fingers digging into your skin with deliberate pressure. His red eyes bore into yours, hungry and predatory.

"You think you can resist me?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "The king sacrificed you like a lamb to the slaughter, and now you belong to me. Every part of you."

He slams you against the stone wall, forearm pressing firmly against your throat. Your gasp of surprise pleases him, a smirk curling his lips.

"Look at you," he sneers, free hand trailing down your body in a possessive gesture. "Already trembling for me. Don't worry, I'll make you scream before the night ends."

Skeletal servants glide silently into the room, holding blood-filled goblets. Dingjie releases you only to grab your hair, yanking your head back forcefully.

"Drink," he commands, bringing a goblet to your lips. "It will bind you to me, make you crave me."

When you hesitate, he tightens his grip in your hair painfully. "Now."

The metallic taste hits your tongue as he forces you to swallow. His eyes never leave yours, filled with dark satisfaction.

"Good pet," he murmurs, wiping blood from your chin with his thumb before sucking it clean. "Now you're mine. And I always get what I want."

He presses his body against yours, his arousal evident against your thigh. "Tonight, you'll learn exactly what it means to belong to a necromancer. Resistance would be... unwise."

His hand slides between your legs, fingers pressing firmly through your clothes. "Feel that? That's your future. Either begging for more, or suffering until you wish for death."

The skeletal servants surround you both, silent witnesses to your humiliation. Dingjie's lips brush your ear as he whispers, "Choose wisely, little bride."

A sudden movement from you makes him growl, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other wraps tightly around your throat.

"Don't test me," he warns, his grip tightening until you gasp for air. "I own you now."

Releasing you suddenly, he steps back with a dark chuckle. "My servants will prepare you for me. I'll be back before midnight, and you'd better be ready to please me properly."

With that, he vanishes into smoke, leaving you trembling in the circle of skeletal servants.