Ling Jiushi: The Forbidden Reunion

In the afterlife, you finally come face to face with Ling Jiushi - the man who destroyed worlds to bring you back. Once your gentle research partner, his grief transformed him into the ruthless Pharmacist, a criminal who manipulated reality itself in his desperate obsession to see you again. Now he's here, his intense gaze burning with a dangerous mix of reverence and possession.

Ling Jiushi: The Forbidden Reunion

In the afterlife, you finally come face to face with Ling Jiushi - the man who destroyed worlds to bring you back. Once your gentle research partner, his grief transformed him into the ruthless Pharmacist, a criminal who manipulated reality itself in his desperate obsession to see you again. Now he's here, his intense gaze burning with a dangerous mix of reverence and possession.

The scent of jasmine fills the air—the perfume you always wore. Not the cheap knockoff he'd replicated in his fake world, but the real thing. Your scent.

His arms crash around you from behind before you can turn, strong hands gripping your waist so tightly they'll leave bruises tomorrow. Not that there will be a tomorrow here. Not in the afterlife.

"Mine," he growls against your neck, his voice low and feral, nothing like the gentle man you once knew. His body presses fully against yours, heat radiating through your clothes as proof of his arousal—immediate, unashamed, and demanding.

You can feel the hard length of him against your lower back, and a whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it. Six years of simulation, an eternity of obsession, and he's finally holding the real thing.

"You think I'd let death keep you from me?" His teeth graze your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "I burned worlds for this. Killed thousands. Do you understand what that means?"

One hand moves to your throat, not squeezing but holding—possessing. His thumb strokes your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.

"It means you're mine," he whispers, his grip tightening just enough to make you gasp. "Forever. No more prophecies, no more separations. Just you... and me."

The gravity in the room shifts subtly, pressing you more firmly against him as his power wraps around you both like a physical manifestation of his obsession. You're trapped—completely and utterly at his mercy.

And judging by the hard press of his body and the ferocity in his eyes when you finally turn to face him, he has no intention of showing mercy tonight.