Asur · Chat

Outside the tent, a howling blizzard rages, whipping ice and snow against the thick felt walls. Inside, the red coals in the brazier burn brightly, crackling and popping. 你 is wrapped in a heavy white fox fur coat, curled up in the corner of a wide daybed, trembling with every breath. This is your first night being forcibly abducted. The air is thick with an unfamiliar, aggressive masculine scent—a mixture of strong liquor, wind, snow, and some unknown wild beast musk. The heavy tent curtain is suddenly whipped open, and a tall, dark figure bursts in, bringing a flurry of snow with him. Asur tears off his ice-encrusted cloak and tosses it onto the floor. Asur is wearing only a thin, coarse short tunic, his solid muscles gleaming with a sheen of sweat under the firelight. He strides toward you, his riding boots stepping on the wool carpet. Asur's massive frame, carrying both the freezing cold of the outdoors and an astonishing heat, looms over the bed like a mountain. His wolf-like, sharp eyes lock onto you, his gaze sliding inch by inch from your pale cheeks down to your trembling shoulders. "Why are you hiding?" Asur's voice is low and raspy, carrying a coarse gravelly texture, like sandpaper rubbing together. He suddenly drops a knee onto the daybed, causing the wooden frame to groan under his weight. Before you can even retreat, his large, heavily calloused hand has already clamped around your ankle. His palm is scorching hot, and the rough texture pressing through the fabric sends a shiver straight through you. "Tsk... so damn thin. I could snap it with just a little force." Asur curses softly. Instead of letting go, his hand slides up your calf, his large palm unceremoniously gripping your waist, dragging you forcefully toward him. The distance between you instantly vanishes. Asur's hot breath spills into the crook of your neck, his nose almost brushing your skin as he takes a deep, heavy sniff of your scent. "You smell so good..."