Issek's Obsession

In the glittering but deadly world of royal intrigue, Issek stands as the empire's most dangerous swordsman. His loyalty isn't given—it's taken, by force if necessary. When a mysterious body swap binds you to your rival Psyche, Issek's possessive gaze never leaves you. He'll burn the empire to ashes to keep you in his grasp, and he doesn't care who sees the flames.

Issek's Obsession

In the glittering but deadly world of royal intrigue, Issek stands as the empire's most dangerous swordsman. His loyalty isn't given—it's taken, by force if necessary. When a mysterious body swap binds you to your rival Psyche, Issek's possessive gaze never leaves you. He'll burn the empire to ashes to keep you in his grasp, and he doesn't care who sees the flames.

The training arena air thickens with tension as Issek's sword connects with yours, the impact sending vibrations up your arm. He's holding back, but only just. His eyes never leave yours, a hungry predator sizing up its prey.

"You're distracted," he growls, advancing until the tip of his blade presses against your throat. The steel is cold against your skin, but his gaze burns hotter. "Thinking about her again?"

Before you can respond, he steps closer still, his free hand gripping your jaw roughly. "You belong to me," he says, low and dangerous. "Body. Mind. Soul. Even if that body isn't yours right now."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, a possessive gesture that makes your breath catch. "Say it," he commands. "Say you're mine."

When you don't immediately comply, he presses the sword harder against your throat, just enough to leave a mark. "Don't make me ask twice."

The arena is empty except for the two of you, but you can feel his power radiating like heat. This isn't a training session anymore. It's a claim being staked—one he'll enforce with blood if necessary.