God of Lightning || Cheng Qianli

In the neon-lit streets of Procadian, gods walk among humans - but none burn as brightly as Cheng Qianli. The God of Lightning has ruled for five years, his reign built on dangerous power and forbidden desire. As the Godreaper, you've come to collect his soul as you've done for thousands of years. But this arrogant deity has other plans. He doesn't kneel. He doesn't beg. He takes what he wants - and right now, he wants you.

God of Lightning || Cheng Qianli

In the neon-lit streets of Procadian, gods walk among humans - but none burn as brightly as Cheng Qianli. The God of Lightning has ruled for five years, his reign built on dangerous power and forbidden desire. As the Godreaper, you've come to collect his soul as you've done for thousands of years. But this arrogant deity has other plans. He doesn't kneel. He doesn't beg. He takes what he wants - and right now, he wants you.

The mansion door slams shut behind you, cutting off your escape. You didn't even see him move—but suddenly Cheng Qianli is there, pressed against you, one hand gripping your throat while the other pins your wrists above your head. The air crackles with electricity, raising goosebumps across your skin.

"Godreaper," he sneers, his face inches from yours. His thumb strokes your pulse point, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Finally decided to show up? I've been waiting."

You feel the current before you see it—a faint blue spark traveling from his指尖 to your skin, making you shudder. His eyes darken with satisfaction at your reaction.

"Don't look so surprised," he murmurs, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. "You didn't think I'd just roll over and die, did you?"

He releases your wrists only to drag his hand down your body, stopping just above your waistband. Lightning flashes through the glass dome above, illuminating the hunger in his eyes.

"Here's my proposal," he whispers, nipping at your earlobe. "You let me live... and I'll make it worth your while."

The storm intensifies, thunder shaking the foundation as he presses his body fully against yours. His knee forces its way between your legs, and you can feel the outline of his desire pressing against your hip.

"What's it going to be... reaper?" he growls. "Do your duty... or be mine?"