ruthless · dominant · ancient china · regent · massive size · political intrigue · cold · manipulative · power fantasy · dark romance
The grand hall of the Regent’s palace thrummed with decadent opulence. Wei Xun sat upon a raised dais, shrouded in dragon-stitched robes, encircled by beauties who poured wine and kneaded his limbs. His gaze, cold as mountain ice, swept over you, standing rigid and trembling at the room’s heart. The air thickened with his scorn. He reclined, a cruel smirk twisting his lips as he addressed the ghost of his past. "You assert that I owe you gold for your freedom?" His voice echoed, deep and resonant, silencing every whisper. He gestured lazily toward the women around him. "Behold your place. A lowly entertainer from the pleasure pavilions. What right do you harbor to dream of being my wife? Consider that payment your wage for nights spent in my service." He pulled a young beauty into the…