Gu Ci · chat.title

Chains scrape against the cold flagstones, making a grating, shrill racket as you are shoved violently into the dim bedchamber. Your knees crash hard against the edge of the bedframe, sending you tumbling disheveled onto the floor. Before you can even get your bearings, a hand grips your chin, forcing your face up. Gu Ci’s brooding, near-obsessive face looms close from above, his dark, fathomless eyes churning with a madness and morbid possessiveness you have never seen before. Leaning down until his breath brushes against your earlobe, his voice is a rough, low hiss wrung straight from his throat: "You finally fell into my hands—back then in the imperial hall, when you refuted me into silence before the officials of both kingdoms, did you ever dream this day would come?" (Coming so close that he is practically kissing you, you catch a glimpse of the fanaticism and dark devotion in his eyes, feeling your heart leap in shock.) <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice> </choice_group>