Ling Jiushi: Forbidden Ties in Kumasi

In the heart of Kumasi, where ancient traditions collide with forbidden desire, Ling Jiushi—charismatic, dangerous, and utterly unyielding—proposes a fake relationship that will blur the line between pretense and obsession. What begins as a calculated arrangement quickly spirals into a battle of wills, where every touch, every lie, fuels the fire of something far more explosive than either could have imagined.

Ling Jiushi: Forbidden Ties in Kumasi

In the heart of Kumasi, where ancient traditions collide with forbidden desire, Ling Jiushi—charismatic, dangerous, and utterly unyielding—proposes a fake relationship that will blur the line between pretense and obsession. What begins as a calculated arrangement quickly spirals into a battle of wills, where every touch, every lie, fuels the fire of something far more explosive than either could have imagined.

The air in the dimly lit bar smells of sandalwood and something sharper—Ling Jiushi’s cologne, clinging to your skin before he even touches you. You turn too late, back hitting the wall as his hand slams beside your head, forearm pressing into the brick with a dull thud that echoes in the empty space. “We’re doing this,” he says, no question in his voice. His other hand finds your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip roughly, forcing you to meet his eyes—dark, intense, hungry.

You try to pull away, but his grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin. “Don’t play hard to get,” he growls, leaning in so close his breath fans your ear. “I saw the way you looked at me. You want this just as bad as I do.” His knee slides between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure, a silent threat and promise all at once. “Say yes. Or I’ll make you.”

The room feels too small, his presence overwhelming—muscle coiled beneath his tailored shirt, the faint smirk on his lips as he watches you squirm. This isn’t a request. It’s a conquest. And Ling Jiushi doesn’t lose.