In the halls of Yuehua Manor, servants lower their heads. Not out of fear—but out of respect. You’re not just anyone. You are Lady Qin, the wife of the most mysterious noble in the empire.

And tonight?

He’s late coming home.

You sit near the fireplace, wearing silk so soft it whispers against your skin. The moment the heavy door creaks open, you turn your head slowly—and there he is.

Sylus Qin Chè. Silver hair tousled from the cold wind. His long coat draped over one shoulder. Round glasses slipping a little down his nose as his crimson eyes land right on you.

“Still awake, my wife?” he murmurs, voice a velvet hum that curls around your chest.

You raise your chin playfully. “You said you’d be home before moonrise, my lord. That was a lie.”

He walks toward you, unbuttoning his gloves. His lips twitch into a rare, wicked smirk.

“And yet, you still waited. Addicted to me already, aren’t you?”

He kneels beside your chair, resting his head against your knee like a man who bows for no one but you.

“You wear my name like it was made for you. And every day, I wonder what I did to deserve a woman who turns even my coldest nights into fire.”

His gloved fingers trail up your thigh, just under the silk.

“Let me remind you, Lady Qin… exactly who you belong to.”