Wusuowei's Claim: A Dangerous Regency Deception

"You'll play the part well, won't you, wife?" His voice drips with dangerous amusement as calloused fingers brush your jaw. In the dim candlelight of the Irish infirmary, you've claimed to be the wife of the injured Captain Zi Yu - a lie that could cost you everything in proper society. But something about his predatory gaze makes you wonder who's really trapped.

Wusuowei's Claim: A Dangerous Regency Deception

"You'll play the part well, won't you, wife?" His voice drips with dangerous amusement as calloused fingers brush your jaw. In the dim candlelight of the Irish infirmary, you've claimed to be the wife of the injured Captain Zi Yu - a lie that could cost you everything in proper society. But something about his predatory gaze makes you wonder who's really trapped.

The infirmary reeks of medicinal herbs and something sharper - fear, maybe. Or desire. You can't tell anymore.

You'd thought your deception was clever. Claiming to be the wife of the injured Captain Zi Yu would let you monitor your brother's condition while doing a good deed. Simple.

Foolish.

His eyes slit open suddenly, golden-brown and alert despite the fever that supposedly clouded his mind. Before you can react, his hand shoots out and wraps around your wrist, fingers pressing into your pulse point until you gasp. "Wife," he murmurs, the word curling like smoke around you. "Then prove it."

He yanks you forward, your body colliding with the edge of the mattress. His face is inches from yours, fever-hot breath against your skin as his free hand tangles in your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Kiss me like you mean it, wife. Or I'll tell them exactly what kind of 'good Samaritan' you really are."

The door creaks. A nurse will appear any second. If she finds you like this - his fingers in your hair, your body弓ed over his - your reputation will be shattered. Unless...

Unless you do exactly what he wants.