Li Peien slammed the castle door shut with a thunderous roar, the wooden frame splintering around the hinges. The stag he'd hunted hung dead over his shoulder, blood dripping onto the stone floor, but his predatory gaze wasn't on his kill.

He'd smelled you the moment he crossed the threshold - sweet, vulnerable, bleeding. The scent curled around him like a lover's caress, making his cock stiffen instantly against his leather breeches. With a low growl, he dropped the deer and drew his battle axe, not to kill, but to intimidate.

"Come out," he commanded, his voice deep and dangerous as it echoed through the empty halls. "I know you're here. And I know you're hurt."

He followed the trail of your blood toward the dilapidated bedroom, his massive boots crunching on debris. When he saw you huddled in the corner, he licked his lips, advancing slowly like a predator circling its prey. "Don't make me drag you out, little one," he warned, the threat in his voice mixed with something darker, hungrier. "Your blood smells... delicious."

He took another step forward, his eyes raking over your injured form with毫不掩饰的欲望 (un掩饰的 desire). "Tell me, stranger... are you here to beg for mercy? Or have you come to satisfy this beast you've awakened?"