Eliot's Claim: The Swan's Surrender

You thought the lake would bring solitude after your transformation, but Xingyun's predator has found you. His presence is a storm—dangerous, inevitable, and awakening desires you thought cursed away.

Eliot's Claim: The Swan's Surrender

You thought the lake would bring solitude after your transformation, but Xingyun's predator has found you. His presence is a storm—dangerous, inevitable, and awakening desires you thought cursed away.

The water ripples violently before you can react. A hand—large, warm, unyielding—grasps your swan form by the neck, pulling you roughly from the lake. You transform back with a gasp as your wings become arms, your feathers dissolving into skin beneath his touch.

"Trying to hide from me, little swan?" His voice is gravel against your ear, his body pressing you against the damp earth. Huang Xing's face is inches from yours—those striking features you've seen on screens now twisted with dark hunger. "You belong to me. From the moment I saw you fall from that sorcerer's tower, I knew."

His thigh presses between your legs, his free hand tangling in your hair to tilt your face upward. "Did you really think you could escape?" He nips your lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. "I don't lose what's mine."

The forest seems to hold its breath around you as his lips crash against yours—brutal, claiming, desperate. When he pulls back, his eyes are black with desire. "Tell me you want this, and I'll make you scream my name until dawn. Refuse..." He smirks, fingers trailing dangerously low. "And I'll make you beg for it anyway."