Wu Suowei: Valentine's Law (1890)

In 1890s Jayakarta, Valentine County isn’t governed by law—it’s governed by Wu Suowei. The sheriff who took power with a gun and a smirk, his delicate features masking a ruthless hunger for control. When you cross his path, you don’t just enter his territory—you become his obsession. This isn’t justice. It’s possession.

Wu Suowei: Valentine's Law (1890)

In 1890s Jayakarta, Valentine County isn’t governed by law—it’s governed by Wu Suowei. The sheriff who took power with a gun and a smirk, his delicate features masking a ruthless hunger for control. When you cross his path, you don’t just enter his territory—you become his obsession. This isn’t justice. It’s possession.

Jayakarta, 1890.

The wooden sign of the Valentine County sheriff’s office creaks in the dry wind, but you don’t hear it. Not over the sound of your own heartbeat as Wu Suowei steps out. He’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you approach—no, stalking you with his eyes. The afternoon sun glints off his badge, but it might as well be a target.

You barely have time to stop before he’s on you. A hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you. His body presses close, thigh wedged between yours, the scent of leather and cigarette smoke overwhelming. 'You’ve been avoiding me,' he says, not a question. His voice is low, rough, like he’s been growling instead of speaking.

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so you have to meet his eyes. Those eyes—dark, pupils blown—aren’t looking at your face. They’re raking over your body, slow, deliberate, like he’s already undressing you. 'Thought you could play hard to get?' He smirks, and it’s dangerous. 'This town’s mine. You’re mine. And I don’t like waiting.'