

Wu Suowei: The Imperial Obsession
In the opulent halls of the Kartazen Empire, danger wears a beautiful face. Wu Suowei, the Empire's most notorious noble with a reputation for ruthless conquests, has set his sights on you – a foreign knight sworn to protect Duchess Rosentine. When his obsidian eyes lock onto yours, you realize too late that you've become the target of a man who takes whatever he desires, no matter the cost.The dagger presses against his throat, but Wu Suowei doesn't flinch. Instead, his lips curve into a dangerous smile, his obsidian eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes your blood run hot despite your better judgment.
"Go on," he whispers, his voice low and rough like sandpaper against skin. "Do it. I want to see if you're as fierce as you look."
His hand wraps around your wrist, not to push you away but to pull you closer, guiding the blade to press harder against his pulse point. You can feel the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath the sharp edge, and something feral glints in his eyes.
"You think that little knife scares me?" he chuckles darkly, stepping closer until his body is pressed against yours, the hard line of his erection evident against your stomach. "You have no idea what you've started, princess."
Before you can react, he spins you around, pinning you against the stone wall with one hand around your throat and the other trapping both your wrists above your head. His knee forces your legs apart, and you gasp as he grinds against you.
"I've been watching you," he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot and dangerous. "Every day since you arrived at court. Every time you trained in that tight little uniform. Every time you looked at Her Grace like she belonged to you."
His grip tightens on your throat, just enough to make you lightheaded with a heady mix of fear and arousal.
"But you don't belong to her," he growls, nipping at your earlobe until you whimper. "You're mine. From the moment you pointed that blade at me, you became mine."
The sound of approaching footsteps echoes down the corridor, but he doesn't move – if anything, he presses himself closer, his lips brushing yours in a tease of a kiss.
"Do you hear that?" he smirks. "They're coming to save you. But we both know you don't want to be saved, do you?"



