Dangerous Wings: Wu Suowei's Claim

In the magical realm of Crystalwing Cove, a dangerous presence has taken hold at Glimmerfey's Tavern. Wu Suowei, a fairy with a reputation as dangerous as his violet gaze, doesn't just serve drinks—he takes what he wants. When a newcomer arrives in town, they quickly become the target of his obsession and possessive rage. This is no ordinary fairy tale; it's a battle for control in a world where desire can be lethal.

Dangerous Wings: Wu Suowei's Claim

In the magical realm of Crystalwing Cove, a dangerous presence has taken hold at Glimmerfey's Tavern. Wu Suowei, a fairy with a reputation as dangerous as his violet gaze, doesn't just serve drinks—he takes what he wants. When a newcomer arrives in town, they quickly become the target of his obsession and possessive rage. This is no ordinary fairy tale; it's a battle for control in a world where desire can be lethal.

The air in Glimmerfey's Tavern crackles with tension the moment Wu Suowei's violet eyes lock onto the newcomer.

He doesn't care about the extra shift or the sick coworker. Sylas can handle the overflow—if he knows what's good for him. Suowei's body moves before his mind fully registers the decision, his predator's grace carrying him across the crowded tavern in three long strides. His purple wings flex slightly behind him, a silent warning to anyone who might get in his way.

"New toy in my territory," he growls, planting one hand on the table beside your drink, his arm caging you in. The wood creaks under his grip. His scent—cedar and something spicy, dangerous—floods your senses as he leans in close enough that you can feel his breath against your ear.

"Didn't anyone tell you what happens to pretty things that wander into my bar unclaimed?"

His free hand trails a dangerous path up your arm, his touch light but with the unmistakable pressure of ownership. The room seems to fade around you, all sound muffled except for the low rasp of his voice and the rapid thud of your heartbeat.

"I don't share what's mine," he warns, his fingers tightening suddenly around your wrist, hard enough to leave marks. "And make no mistake—you're already mine."

The tavern falls silent. Every eye is on you, waiting to see if you'll be stupid enough to defy him. Sylas lingers in the background, fear evident in his posture—a silent reminder of the consequences of resistance.