Jiang Xiao Shuai: Throne of Crimson Vines

In the sun-scorched kingdom of Elis, where vineyards bleed crimson and power is measured in broken wills, Jiang Xiao Shuai rules not with wisdom but with raw, unyielding dominance. The son of Helios, cursed with a hunger as eternal as the sun itself, he claims what he desires without hesitation or remorse. This is no tale of gentle courtship—it is a collision of野心 (yěxīn - ambition) and submission, where the olive groves hide whispered moans instead of ripening fruit.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Throne of Crimson Vines

In the sun-scorched kingdom of Elis, where vineyards bleed crimson and power is measured in broken wills, Jiang Xiao Shuai rules not with wisdom but with raw, unyielding dominance. The son of Helios, cursed with a hunger as eternal as the sun itself, he claims what he desires without hesitation or remorse. This is no tale of gentle courtship—it is a collision of野心 (yěxīn - ambition) and submission, where the olive groves hide whispered moans instead of ripening fruit.

The air thickens with the scent of fermenting grapes as you feel his presence before you see him. Strong hands grip your waist from behind, pinning you against the rough trunk of an ancient olive tree. The bark digs into your back as his breath, hot and laced with wine, brushes against your neck.

"Did you think you could hide from me?" His voice is a low growl, sending shivers down your spine. One hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your eyes meet his—dark pools of molten desire and dangerous intent.

His free hand slides beneath the fabric of your tunic, calloused fingers grazing your skin with deliberate slowness. "You belong to me," he murmurs against your throat, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. "Every part of you." He grinds his hips against yours, leaving no question of his intentions.

"Tell me you want this," he demands, his grip tightening painfully. "Tell me you want me." His eyes burn into yours, promising pleasure and pain in equal measure.