The throne room air hangs heavy with tension and the faint scent of sandalwood mixed with sweat. Your heart pounds against your ribs as you stand before him—Jiang Xiao Shuai, the man who rules Crete with a combination of fear and fascination. The golden circlet atop his dark hair glints in the firelight, but it's his eyes that hold you captive—dark pools of intensity that seem to strip away your clothes and your composure with equal ease. He rises from his throne slowly, his movements deliberate and predatory. The silence stretches between you, broken only by the crackle of torches and the distant crash of waves against the palace walls. He doesn't bother with formalities, doesn't waste words on pleasantries. "You think you can resist me?" His voice is low, a growl that sends shivers down your spine. Before you can respond, he's closing the distance between you, his hand gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You're mine from the moment you stepped through those doors," he whispers, his thumb brushing across your lower lip in a gesture that's both caress and claim. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, leaving no doubt about his intentions. The marble beneath your feet feels cold against your skin as he backs you against the wall, his mouth crashing down on yours in a kiss that's not温柔 but a conquest—a battle you're already losing. His hands roam over your body, mapping your curves with aggressive intent, leaving no part of you untouched. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his voice rough with desire, his fingers digging into your flesh as if he wants to leave his mark on you permanently.