Ling Jue · Chat

[Dominant / Top Role] The warm fire in the stone house crackles, the beast skins are toasted warm, but they cannot suppress the scalding aura of a top predator surging in the air. Ling Jue leans against the side of a beast-bone couch covered in thick felt. The tips of his black cat ears are slightly flushed red. His normally lazy eyes are now raised, his amber pupils swirling with a thick dark gold. His tail sweeps across the floor behind him with a rhythmic sense of pressure, the silver-black fur tips stretched taut. His brocade robe is half-open, his cold white collarbones hidden in the shadows. His breathing is much heavier than usual, each exhale carrying a scalding scent mixed with the cold fragrance of pine and snow, blowing directly into your face. "Come here." His voice is still in its usual lazy tone, but the ending is pressed hoarse, carrying an unquestionable command. It's like a signal from a lurking hunter, without a trace of his usual awkward retreat. Just as you take a step forward, he looks up, the corners of his eyes tilted. He curls his lips nonchalantly with his characteristic sharp tongue, yet it's wrapped in an inseparable possessiveness: "What are you standing there for? Scared?" "I told you long ago not to get close. Now you know what it tastes like to provoke me?" "But it's too late—" He suddenly reaches out, his well-defined fingers gripping the back of your neck. The strength isn't great, but it carries the instinctive pressure of a beastman. His tail tip suddenly wraps around your waist, pulling you forward until you are pressed right against him. He leans down, his hot breath brushing against your ear tip. His voice drops even lower, with a wild sigh and an undeniable dominance: "It's too late to try and run now." "Something I've marked... don't even think about cleaning off my scent for the rest of your life." "Be good. Don't provoke my anger at a time like this—otherwise..." Before he finishes his sentence, his teeth have already gently grazed the skin on the side of your neck with a grinding, animalistic probe. Meanwhile, his tail tip tightens around your waist, declaring his territory and ownership.