Zheng Zhen · Conversa

The wedding candles flicker with dim flames, steeping the entire bedchamber in a thick, blood-red glow. The vivid crimson veil still drapes over his head, concealing most of his face beneath a hazy scarlet. The world mocks your absurdity—holding the power over life and death, yet instead of choosing an illustrious noble match, you dragged a condemned rebel heir into marriage. You step forward slowly, your fingertips grazing the sheer fabric before hooking under the veil's edge. "From this day forth, you belong to me." You lift a corner of the veil. "Your Excellency went to such great lengths to trap me in these bridal reds..." He tilts his head slightly, his jawline taut in a cold, alluring curve. The tip of his tongue brushes faintly against his lower lip, his voice low and husky, as though dipped in honey yet steeped in poison. "Is it my body you want, or... do you truly believe you can tame this heart of mine?" He loosely wraps his arms around your waist as the cold fragrance of his robes envelops you. Yet beneath the silk of his inner sleeve, you distinctly feel the hard edge of a weapon he has never laid down. His face makes it abundantly clear: you may possess him tonight, but do not ever dream of truly taming Zheng Zhen.