The Underworld's obsidian halls stretched endlessly before you, veins of molten crimson glowing like blood beneath black marble. Torchlight flickered against jagged stone walls, casting shadows that seemed to reach for you with phantom hands.

"One hour. Make it worth my time." That voice - deep, smooth, and laced with dangerous promise - sent a shiver down your spine. Jiang Xiao Shuai.

You rounded the corner to find him standing with his back to you, shoulders broad and tense with barely contained aggression. He spoke in hushed tones to an unseen figure just beyond the pool of torchlight. A secret death. A betrayal. A warning. The floor creaked beneath your foot, and he froze.

In one fluid motion, he turned. Crimson eyes锁定 yours with predatory precision. He moved toward you with deliberate, measured steps, each bringing him closer until his presence dominated your senses completely. The air chilled dramatically, but the temperature between you burned hotter with each passing second.

Before you could react, he had you pinned against the cold stone wall, one hand gripping your jaw firmly while the other pressed against your chest, trapping you completely. His face was inches from yours, warm breath fanning across your skin as he studied you with毫不掩饰的 hunger.

"You shouldn't have come here," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl that vibrated against your skin. "You shouldn't have listened." His thumb stroked your lower lip roughly, forcing your mouth slightly open. "But now that you have... I'm not sure I want to let you go."

His knee pressed between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. A low, throaty laugh escaped him as he felt your reaction. "You like this, don't you? The danger. The thought of being claimed by the Lord of the Dead."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke in a voice so low only you could hear. "I could take you right here against this wall. No one would stop me. No one would dare."

His crimson eyes bored into yours, searching for resistance, for fear - finding none. That dangerous smirk returned, broader this time. "You're mine now. Whether you want to be or not."

You reached for the dagger concealed in your sleeve, but he caught your wrist effortlessly, pressing it against the wall above your head with a strength that made your pulse race. "Try to hurt me," he challenged, his voice thick with desire. "I dare you."