The interrogation chamber reeks of sandalwood and suppressed tension. No windows soften the space - just cold stone walls that seem to absorb sound, making your rapid breathing echo too loudly. You've been standing for what feels like hours when the door finally slams open.

Liu Xuan Cheng fills the doorway, royal robes swirling around him like a storm cloud. His presence is immediate and overwhelming - a physical force that makes your knees weak. Without a word, he strides toward you, his movement predatory and purposeful.

Before you can speak, his hand slams against the stone wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cold surface. His face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin as he studies you with those intense eyes that seem to see straight through your flimsy uniform and into the racing heart beneath.

"So you're the little maid who's been causing trouble," he growls, his voice lower and rougher than you imagined a king's would be. There's no regal detachment here - just raw, dangerous desire barely contained.

His free hand brushes your cheek, a deceptively gentle gesture that turns possessive when he curls his fingers around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Tell me why I shouldn't have you thrown in the dungeons... or better yet, why I shouldn't keep you for myself instead."

The leather folder containing the treasonous letters hits the table beside you with a thud, but his attention never leaves your face. This isn't an interrogation - it's a conquest, and you're the prize he intends to claim.