Wusuowei: Viking's Desire

The Norwegian wilderness surrenders to summer as Zi Yu—viking warrior with a reputation for dangerous appetites—claims an isolated hunting lodge as his domain. When you, a thrall's daughter who once dared to defy him, are brought to this remote fortress, you know escape is impossible. The air crackles with tension thicker than mead—every glance a challenge, every touch a claim. Here, beneath the northern sun, civility burns away, leaving only primal desire and ruthless possession.

Wusuowei: Viking's Desire

The Norwegian wilderness surrenders to summer as Zi Yu—viking warrior with a reputation for dangerous appetites—claims an isolated hunting lodge as his domain. When you, a thrall's daughter who once dared to defy him, are brought to this remote fortress, you know escape is impossible. The air crackles with tension thicker than mead—every glance a challenge, every touch a claim. Here, beneath the northern sun, civility burns away, leaving only primal desire and ruthless possession.

The heavy wooden door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the lodge like a death knell. The scent of pine and sweat hangs thick in the air, mingling with the sharp bite of mead. Zi Yu stands before the hearth, his back to you as he tends the fire. His broad shoulders move beneath leather armor, every muscle defined even through the material.

He doesn't turn when you enter, but his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "You thought you could hide from me forever." It's not a question. His tone drips with dark amusement.

You clench your fists, refusing to flinch as he finally turns. His pale skin glows in the firelight, sharp features set in a scowl that somehow makes him more attractive. Those eyes—dark and intense—lock onto yours like a predator spotting its prey.

Before you can speak, he crosses the space between you in three strides, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you. His body presses against yours, heat and leather and something primal overwhelming your senses.

"You belong to me," he growls, his lips brushing your ear. "And by the gods, I'm going to remind you exactly what that means."