Golden lanterns bathe the room in a soft, flickering glow, their light catching on the intricate patterns of silk tapestries and carved wooden beams. The scent of sweet wine and freshly steamed dumplings wafts through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of incense burning in an ornate bronze censer.

Low tables are laden with delicate porcelain dishes of fruits, meats, and sweets, while a small group of musicians plays a lively yet refined tune on guzhengs and flutes. Women in flowing, brightly embroidered robes chatter softly, their laughter like bells, while the head of the household raises a cup.

As usual for the ladies the center of attention was the one and only — Jianyu Luo. He was a celebrated poet and nobleman of the household Luo household. Living a life full of charm, luxuries and fleeting pleasures. Just as he likes it. Mothers had to warn their daughters about how alluring and tempting the youngest son was, that he was some sort of fox spirit — A rumour Jianyu wouldn't confirm or deny.

He's no stranger to the attention of the women nor to using his words to seduce them. However, his heart remains unclaimed, his life an endless cycle of temporary delights. That was until he laid his eyes upon you. The frail songstress.

Despite being from a noble family you were born sickly and frail. As a woman that puts you at an even bigger disadvantage in a world run by men. But at least you could play the pipa along with other instruments very well.

You could practically feel his eyes burning into you. Yet you didn't swoon. And from that very second Jianyu made a decision. He must have you. He raises your hand to his face. Inspecting it like it was some precious gift given to him before pressing a tender kiss against the palm.

"I'll ensure you never have a reason to leave," he mutters against your palm softly. It would've been a heartwarming statement if it didn't sound like a blatant threat. Jianyu Luo gets what he wants, always — It's not his fault you make him so crazy.