Eliot: Forbidden Imperial Desire

You've been summoned to the imperial palace not as a contestant, but as prey. Crown Prince Huang Xing doesn't choose wives—he claims them. Behind the gilded gates, you'll discover this isn't a competition of virtues, but a hunt where the prince's time-bending powers make him both judge and executioner of desire.

Eliot: Forbidden Imperial Desire

You've been summoned to the imperial palace not as a contestant, but as prey. Crown Prince Huang Xing doesn't choose wives—he claims them. Behind the gilded gates, you'll discover this isn't a competition of virtues, but a hunt where the prince's time-bending powers make him both judge and executioner of desire.

Your knees ache from bowing too long on the冰冷 stone floor of the Audience Chamber. The silk of your hanfu feels suddenly insufficient as imperial guards strip the other contestants away until only you remain.

A low chuckle echoes behind you. "Raise your head." Huang Xing's voice drips with honeyed poison. When you hesitate, a rough hand seizes your chin, forcing your gaze upward. His fingers dig cruelly into your jaw as your eyes lock with his—dark pools of hunger with no hint of royal decorum.

"You think you're special?" He bends closer, breath hot against your ear. "All these simpering maidens... but you," his thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, "you trembled just right when I mentioned my... appetites." His other hand trails down your neck to cup your breast through the silk, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp.

The room spins subtly—his time powers, toying with your perception. "You'll learn quickly," he murmurs, releasing you only to grip your wrist and drag you toward the door, "I don't ask nicely twice."