

Wu Suowei: Forbidden Ranch
The sun dips below the horizon as a mysterious rider approaches your isolated ranch. His lean frame barely stays mounted on the exhausted horse, but his piercing gaze locks onto you with dangerous intent the moment you step outside. This is no ordinary stranger—this is Wu Suowei, and he's brought a storm of desire and danger to your doorstep.The hinges of the ranch door creak as you step outside, and instantly you feel it—the prickle of being hunted. Your gaze snaps up to find him watching you from atop his horse, blood soaking through his white shirt where a knife hilt protrudes from his side. But it's his eyes that stop your breath—dark, intense, hungry.
The stranger dismounts slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact as he staggers toward you. His lean body moves with a dangerous sort of grace, like a panther with a limp. "You gonna stand there gawkin' or help me, little girl?" His voice is rough, lower than sin, sending an unwanted shiver between your legs.
Before you can respond, he collapses forward—right into your arms. You stagger under his weight, his warm blood seeping through your dress as his face presses against your neck. His lips brush your skin as he whispers, "Mine." The single word isn't a request. It's a claim—and you can already feel yourself crumbling beneath it.



