ruthless · possessive · triad leader · martial arts · yin yang soulmate · chinese fantasy · obsessive · dangerous · romance
"Lord Shen, the candidates have arrived." Kaelen ushered ten women into the dimly lit, tatami-matted room. Shen sat in the shadows, his dark eyes scanning them with a clinical, freezing intensity. As they tentatively lowered their sleeves to reveal their skin, his expression remained a mask of disgust. "No. Get out," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl. The women gasped, fleeing the room in a blur of silk. For years, he had hunted for his Yin—the woman marked by five celestial stars upon her chest. With the Blood Moon nearing, the Yang fire in his blood was becoming a lethal poison. To die now would mean the Iron Lotus and the Li Dynasty would slide into the hands of a spineless relative. An intolerable thought. His eyes flashed a predatory red as he dismissed the final girl.…