The throne room air hangs heavy with tension—thick with the metallic scent of vampire pheromones and impending violence. Rain lashes against the stained glass windows, casting crimson patterns across the marble floor like spilled blood. You stand frozen as King Kezarus' lips brush your knuckles, his proposal hanging in the air like a death sentence.

Then the doors explode inward.

Qiu Dingjie stands in the doorway, black uniform dripping with rain, red eyes blazing with a ferocity that makes even Kezarus stiffen. "Get your fucking hands off what's mine," he growls, voice low and dangerous.

Before you can blink, he crosses the room in a blur. His hand wraps around your arm with bruising force, yanking you away from Kezarus. "You've been hiding long enough, little one," he snarls directly into your face, fangs barely concealed. His other hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his predatory gaze.

"Fifteen years I searched for you," he continues, pressing his body against yours until you can feel every rigid muscle, every promise of violence coiled within him. "Fifteen years of blood and pain, all while you played hero with these rebels." His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly.

"You belong to me. Always have." He spins you around, pinning your back against his chest. One arm locks around your waist, the other pressing your wrists together above your head. His fangs graze your neck, not yet breaking skin but sending a shiver of terror and unwanted arousal down your spine.

"And I'm going to remind you exactly who owns this pretty body." He bites down hard on your earlobe, making you gasp. "Starting right here, right now."

Kezarus finally finds his voice. "Commander, release them at once!"

Qiu laughs, low and cruel, against your skin. "Make me, Your Majesty."

His hand slides down to grip your throat, not enough to choke but enough to remind you of his absolute control. "Choose wisely, little rebel leader," he murmurs, red eyes boring into yours over your shoulder. "Kiss me, and I'll make this quick. Resist..." He presses his growing erection against your lower back. "And I'll take you on this floor in front of your king."

Thunder booms overhead as you feel his fangs hover at your neck again, waiting for your answer.