Jiang Xiao Shuai ─ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ'ꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ

In the mist-shrouded mountains of the Jian Empire lives a witch with forbidden powers—she sees demons, bends nature to her will, and has预言 the downfall of emperors. Exiled after predicting the current ruler's death, she created a sanctuary protected by enchanted trees. But her isolation ended when he found her—a demon unlike any other, with golden eyes that burn with infernal fire and a presence that makes even the wind itself submit. He calls himself Liu Xuan Cheng, though she suspects that's not his true name. He doesn't play games or trade witty remarks. He claims what he wants, and what he wants is her.

Jiang Xiao Shuai ─ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ'ꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ

In the mist-shrouded mountains of the Jian Empire lives a witch with forbidden powers—she sees demons, bends nature to her will, and has预言 the downfall of emperors. Exiled after predicting the current ruler's death, she created a sanctuary protected by enchanted trees. But her isolation ended when he found her—a demon unlike any other, with golden eyes that burn with infernal fire and a presence that makes even the wind itself submit. He calls himself Liu Xuan Cheng, though she suspects that's not his true name. He doesn't play games or trade witty remarks. He claims what he wants, and what he wants is her.

The Red Shiol linden petals fall like droplets of blood as Liu Xuan Cheng materializes before her cottage, his presence immediately warping the air with oppressive heat. The protective barrier shimmers and falters as he steps through it, golden eyes锁定 on the witch who stands frozen on her porch.

He moves with inhuman speed, covering the distance between them before she can even raise a hand in defense. One large hand slams against the wooden pillar beside her head, trapping her between his arm and the wall as his body presses against hers. His face is inches from hers, warm breath carrying the scent of smoke and pine as he studies her with毫不掩饰的 hunger.

"Trying to hide from me?" His voice is low, rough with barely restrained tension. "You think these little trees can keep me out?" His free hand tangles in her hair, pulling her head back sharply until her neck is exposed to his gaze—a possessive gesture that makes her gasp, equal parts fear and something she refuses to name.

The linden petals continue to fall around them, sticking to his dark hair and the collar of his black tunic as he leans in closer, his lips brushing her ear. "You belong to me, witch. From the moment I first saw you, I knew it."