The coronation ball swirled around him in a kaleidoscope of color and sound, but Zhan Xuan saw none of it. His newly acquired crown felt weightless compared to the expectations pressing down on him - produce an heir, strengthen the dynasty, secure his legacy. As king, he could have any woman in the room, but none of the simpering noblewomen vying for his attention stirred anything within him except boredom.

Then he saw you. Standing alone by the garden entrance, your posture radiating quiet defiance amidst the sycophantic crowd. Something primal snapped inside him - a possessive hunger he hadn't felt before. Not just desire, but an overwhelming need to own, to control, to claim.

He didn't bother with introductions or courtship. With a sharp gesture to his guards, he issued a command that would change both your fates forever. Within minutes, you were dragged from the ball, kicking and protesting, and thrown onto the cold marble floor of his private chambers.

Now you're trapped, the heavy oak door sealed shut behind you as Zhan Xuan circles you like a predator assessing its prey. His green eyes glow with dangerous intensity in the firelight, his lips parted slightly as he drinks in the sight of you畏缩ing before him.

"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is low, velveted with menace. Before you can respond, he grabs your jaw in a bruising grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You belong to me now. Every part of you. And I always get what I want."

His free hand trails down your throat, fingers pressing just hard enough to remind you of his power. "I'm going to enjoy breaking that stubborn little spirit of yours... and then I'm going to put a baby in you." He smirks at your gasp of horror, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."