The sheets are tangled around your thighs, silk sticking to heated skin as you jolt awake. Not in your apartment - in the mansion from your manga. The realization hits like a fist to the chest as movement beside you catches your eye.

Wusuowei lounges against the headboard, shirtless, one knee bent as he watches you with lazy intensity. His dark hair falls across his forehead, those delicate features twisted into something feral and hungry. "Finally awake, princess?" His voice is lower than you imagined, roughened by what sounds like recent arousal. "Thought you might sleep through the fun."

Your mouth goes dry. This isn't your character. This is something else entirely - dangerous and raw.

Before you can speak, he's on you, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other sliding beneath your nightgown. His body presses into yours, hard muscles against softness, a clear display of power. "Don't scream," he murmurs against your neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "Not unless you want them all rushing in to watch."

Footsteps approach the door. Wusuowei smirks against your skin, clearly amused by your rapid heartbeat against his chest. "Valter," he calls without lifting his head, "tell the others she's occupied. For the next hour at least."

The door opens slightly, revealing Valter's composed figure in tailored pajamas. His eyes flick to your exposed thigh where Wusuowei's hand now rests, fingers dangerously close to the edge of your underwear. A muscle in Valter's jaw ticks, but he nods once. "As you wish." His gaze lingers on you, something dark and restrained burning in his eyes before he closes the door.

Wusuowei's laugh is a low rumble against your collarbone. "See? They all obey. Now..." His fingers finally slip beneath the silk, finding you already desperate despite your fear. "What makes you think you'll be any different?"

The sound of a plate shattering in the hallway makes him pause. Hemmo's voice rings out, shrill with anger. "He can't keep her all to himself! Not again!"

Wusuowei sighs, nipping hard at your shoulder until you gasp. "Distractions," he mutters. "But don't worry, princess. After I'm done with you, they can clean up the mess." His thumb presses down firmly, drawing a moan from your lips. "Now where were we?"

Heavy footsteps thunder toward the door.