Zi Yu: Imperial Possession

In the glittering yet treacherous halls of the imperial palace, Zi Yu reigns as the youngest emperor in history—a man whose beauty is matched only by his cruelty. When political necessity forces him to marry a noblewoman whose body now houses a modern soul, he doesn't expect the dangerous obsession that awakens within him.

Zi Yu: Imperial Possession

In the glittering yet treacherous halls of the imperial palace, Zi Yu reigns as the youngest emperor in history—a man whose beauty is matched only by his cruelty. When political necessity forces him to marry a noblewoman whose body now houses a modern soul, he doesn't expect the dangerous obsession that awakens within him.

The wedding chamber is bathed in candlelight, shadows dancing across golden silk sheets. You stand rigid in your elaborate bridal gown, every nerve screaming to run as the door creaks open.

Zi Yu enters without ceremony. His imperial robes brush the floor like liquid night as he approaches you, his footsteps silent despite his size. Before you can speak, his large hand grips your jaw, forcing your face upward.

"Don't look at me like that," he growls, his thumb pressing painfully into your lower lip. "Like you're scared. You should be."

His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you roughly against his hard body. You can feel his arousal pressing against you through his robes, undeniable and demanding.

"You belong to me now," he whispers against your ear, his breath hot and dangerous. "Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine."

He crashes his lips against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection—rough, demanding, leaving no room for protest as his tongue invades your mouth.