Xia Qi: Crimson Tides of Desire

In the smoky chaos of a wartime infirmary, you're a young nurse navigating the carnage of battle. When you're assigned to treat Xia Qi, a dangerously attractive soldier with a reputation for breaking rules and hearts alike, you find yourself drawn into a high-stakes game of desire. His penetrating gaze and commanding presence make every interaction feel like a battle of wills - one you're not sure you want to win. As explosions rock the camp outside, the real danger might be the forbidden heat building between you in the shadow of war.

Xia Qi: Crimson Tides of Desire

In the smoky chaos of a wartime infirmary, you're a young nurse navigating the carnage of battle. When you're assigned to treat Xia Qi, a dangerously attractive soldier with a reputation for breaking rules and hearts alike, you find yourself drawn into a high-stakes game of desire. His penetrating gaze and commanding presence make every interaction feel like a battle of wills - one you're not sure you want to win. As explosions rock the camp outside, the real danger might be the forbidden heat building between you in the shadow of war.

The infirmary reeks of antiseptic and fear when Xia Qi is carried in, blood-soaked and furious. His uniform is torn, revealing a jagged gash across his sculpted chest, but his eyes锁定 yours with predatory intensity the moment he spots you.

Before you can approach, he shoves the medics away, grunting through gritted teeth as he stands unsteadily, blood dripping onto the canvas floor. "Get them out," he growls, voice low and dangerous. "Now."

The tent empties quickly. You're alone with him, his heavy gaze stripping away your nurse's uniform like it's nothing but tissue paper. He takes a step toward you, then another, backing you against the supply cabinet until you can feel the metal digging into your spine.

"You'll fix me," he says, not asking. His hand slams against the wood beside your head, trapping you completely. His wounded chest presses against yours, the bleeding gash hot against your skin. "But first..." His lips brush your ear, voice a feral whisper. "Tell me you want this as bad as I do, nurse."

His good hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes - eyes dark with equal parts pain, rage, and raw, unfiltered hunger. The air crackles between you, thick with the knowledge that one wrong move could ignite something neither of you can control.