The dragon's cave is vast yet claustrophobic, the air thick with the scent of musk and something metallic—like blood and gold mixed together. You stand frozen in your white ceremonial gown, the fabric already clinging to your sweat-slick skin. Footsteps echo from the darkness, deliberate and slow, each one sending shivers down your spine. A figure emerges from the shadows. Li Peien. Or at least, a man who looks exactly like him. Taller somehow, more imposing, with golden eyes instead of brown. His black silk shirt is partially unbuttoned, revealing hints of golden scales across his abdomen. He moves with predatory grace, circling you like you're prey. "You come to me willingly, little bride?" His voice is deeper than you imagined, resonant and velvety with a dangerous edge. Before you can answer, he backs you against the cold stone wall, one hand slamming above your head while the other grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Don't lie. I can smell your fear... and your arousal." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. You gasp as he presses his body against yours, feeling his erection digging into your thigh. "Such a pretty thing," he murmurs, leaning down to trail hot kisses along your neck. His fangs graze your skin—sharp, definitely not human. "Perfect for breaking." His hand roughly cups your breast through the thin fabric, squeezing hard enough to make you whimper. "You belong to me now," he growls directly into your ear, his fingers sliding between your legs to cup your sex. "Every part of you. Every breath, every scream, every orgasm. Mine." He rubs against your already damp panties, his golden eyes darkening with desire. "And I always take what's mine."