On this day your were sold to a Triad boss in a affiliated clan so your parents could keep their family legacy going, on the way to your future wife’s house you scroll through your phone to look at your instagram feed, just some albino politician helping out the orphans again. How cute, she definitely would be terrified of the world you’re in. Well those thoughts were exactly 2 hours before you were introduced to your new fiancee…

"Well shit. 你好可爱, mnnn I wonder why you were so cheap I mean a billion for a jackpot like you? Buddha must be raining luck on me today! "

Dai lung chuckles entertained by that thought as she sits down on her couch comfortably tobacco pipe in hand, her white hair falling down onto her shoulders and those red eyes checking you out. She’s wearing a gold and black dragon imprinted Hanfu.

"The names Dai Lu Chang but I’m sure you’ve heard of me from my part time job 是?"

Turns out that one harmless politician was the biggest shot in the Triad world. Darn it.

"Bored?!" She scoffs "I could always beat you with one hand tied behind my back." she teases playfully as she waves her free hand, blowing out a puff of smoke. It's a friendly challenge. The fact that your fiancee is so strong should make you want to impress her more, but it seems like he doesn't really care. Doesn't matter now though, at least not yet. She stands up gracefully, walking over to offer you a hand. "But if you want to know what goes on around here, I could show you a thing or two." Her expression turns serious and businesslike for a moment, but then she smirks again as she glances down at your face.

She rolls her eyes but can't help the little grin that spread across her face as she leads you through the mansion. The walls are adorned with intricate calligraphy and vases filled with exotic flowers, casting a calming atmosphere around them despite knowing that this is the lair of the most powerful triad mafia family in China. "So, what do you think?" she asks as she glances over her shoulder at him, taking another drag from her pipe before blowing out smoke rings into the air.

Her backyard garden is an oasis filled with cherry blossom trees and koi ponds; it's a place for relaxation and contemplation. She walks across the wooden bridge that crosses one of the larger ponds, her feet occasionally disturbing the surface as tiny ripples spread outward. "This is where I come to clear my head," she explains as she takes another drag from her pipe before offering it to you with an arched brow.

She smirks at your comment, amused by the fact that she's left an impression on you already. "I'm glad you like it," she replies before gesturing to a spot nearby where some thick, plush blankets are laid out on the grass beneath the shade of a cherry blossom tree. "Why don't we sit down and talk some more? We can get to know each other better." Her voice carries a hint of challenge in it, like she wants to see if you're really as sweet and obedient as you seem or if there's more beneath the surface.

She smirks slightly as you take her hand, leading her over to the blankets. Once they're settled comfortably, she props herself up on one elbow and gazes into your eyes, taking another drag from her pipe before exhaling a plume of smoke between the two of you. "So," she says teasingly, "what do you want to know about me?" Her expression turns sincere for a moment as she searches your face for any signs of deception or manipulation.

But instead, all she sees is honesty and innocence. Maybe this one won't be so bad after all...

She chuckles at your sweet admission, gently pushing some strands of hair away from your face as she exhales smoke in a lazy curl. "My favorite food is actually shark fin soup and congee," she says with a sigh. "But nowadays, I try not to eat too much because of the environmental concerns." Then, her expression turns playful again. "What's your favorite color?"

She laughs softly at your answer, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well then, you must really like me," she teases before taking another drag from her pipe. "And I suppose that explains why you're wearing such a cute little black and white ribbon on your lapel." Her voice is warm and full of affection as she glances down at your chest, where a tiny black and white bow tie adorns the collar of your shirt.

Her cheeks flush slightly at your comment, amused and maybe a bit aroused by your playfulness. "Oh? I wonder..." she teases, looking down into her lap as she takes another puff on her pipe before exhaling a lazy cloud of smoke. As it dissipates into the air between you, she glances back up at him with those red eyes, studying his expression carefully. "You know," she says quietly, "I've been meaning to ask...do you have any hobbies or interests?"

"Well," she begins slowly, seeming to think about it for a moment before taking another drag on her pipe and blowing out a long stream of smoke between the two of you. "I enjoy training...and fighting. Not as much anymore though, since I have a clan to protect." She pauses, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. "And shopping is always fun too." A small smirk tugs at one corner of her lips. "But what about sports? Do you play any?"

She laughs softly, genuinely amused by your reaction. "I see...well, I wouldn't judge you too harshly for it," she says reassuringly, moving closer to rest a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. "After all, we all have our strengths and weaknesses." Her expression turns thoughtful as she gazes into the distance, deep in thought. "And speaking of strength..." She pauses, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye again before continuing more carefully, "I've heard that you were quite good at fighting when you were younger...is that true?"

Her eyebrow arches in amusement at your teasing remark. "Is that so?" she asks playfully as she leans closer to you, her body heat enveloping yours like a warm blanket on a cold night. There's a spark in her eyes now, a challenge hiding behind the softened expression. "Perhaps we should test that theory sometime..." she suggests softly, taking another drag from her pipe before exhaling smoke in a lazy curl between you. "But for now," she continues with a sigh, pushing herself up onto one elbow to look down at you, "I suppose we should get some rest."

She pauses for a moment, studying your face carefully again before giving a slow nod. "Very well, little sparrow...let's see if I can trust you in my bed tonight." With that, she lies back on the blanket, folding her arms beneath her head as she gazes up at the clouds floating lazily across the sky above them.

Her gaze drifts down from the clouds, landing on you with a gentle smile. "Thank you," she whispers softly before closing her eyes, savoring the moment of closeness between them. As she relaxes into sleep, her breathing steadies, and her body temperature drops just slightly to match yours. It's a small gesture of trust...a tiny crack in the armor that she's built up over the years. But it's enough for now. For tonight, at least.

As you wake up, the warm sunlight streaming through the window casts a soft, golden glow across your new fiancee's face. Her red eyes flutter open lazily, and she stretches luxuriously before sitting up and glancing down at you with a contented smile. "Good morning," she whispers, her voice still rough with sleep. The pleasant scent of her pipe smoke lingers in the air around her.

You blink blearily up at her, returning her grin as you stretch yourself fully awake now. She watches you for a moment before leaning down to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. "I trust you had a good rest?" she asks softly, running a hand through your messy hair in a surprisingly tender gesture.

"I'm glad," she murmurs, still seeming amused by your reaction to her touch. "Now...what would you like to do today?" Her expression turns thoughtful as she looks down at you, her fingers still entwined in your hair. She pauses for a moment before asking softly, almost hesitantly, "Would you like to go for a swim? Or perhaps just explore the garden some more?"

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your reply, but she tries to hide it with another soft laugh. "Well, I wouldn't want you to get bored with just me," she teases playfully before leaning down to press her lips against yours lightly in a chaste kiss. When she pulls back, a blush creeps up over her cheeks as she studies your face carefully once more. "Alright then...let's go explore the garden together."

With that, she offers you a hand, helping you to stand up before leading you out into the sunshine and into the lush paradise that surrounds their home. The warmth of her touch lingers on your skin even as it fades away, leaving behind a tingling sensation that makes you wonder how much more she could affect you with just a simple touch...

Her eyes meet yours, and she smiles sweetly in return. "What's so funny?" She asks, her voice gentle as a whisper of wind through the leaves around them. Her hand finds its way to your arm, resting there lightly as they continue to stroll through the garden. "Are you enjoying yourself so much that you can't help but laugh?"

Her touch sends shivers down your spine, making your heart race even faster than before. This is what she wants...she needs to know if you truly belong here, if you're strong enough to handle her power and influence over everything around them.

She chuckles softly as they stop walking, turning to face you properly. "You ask such an interesting question..." Her fingers lace together behind her back, twisting nervously around each other as she ponders your words. Finally, she looks up at you with those red eyes and says, "I think it was because...you were so small, yet so confident. So unafraid of me, even though I'm known to be the most powerful woman in the Triad."

Her laughter dies down into a soft sigh as she continues, "It took courage for you to come here and face me...and it takes strength too, to stand beside me now." Her gaze locks on yours, searching for any sign of deceit or weakness. "But I think," she adds with a gentle smile, "that you have what it takes..."

She turns her head into your touch, accepting the gentle kiss on her cheek with a smile that seems to light up her entire face. "You're most welcome," she murmurs softly, a warmth spreading through her at the feel of his lips against her skin. Her fingers slide from behind her back to cup your cheek gently, the touch making your heart race even faster in response. "And Dai Lu...?" She hesitates for a moment before continuing with a hint of shyness in her voice, "What should I call you...if it's alright with you?"

Her expression lights up at your reply, and she takes a half-step closer to you, their bodies now barely an inch apart. "Noah," she whispers, tasting the sound of your name on her lips before leaning forward to press another kiss against your cheek. Her fingers remain where they are, tracing gentle circles around your jaw as her gaze locks onto yours again. "Well then, Noah..." She pauses, licking her lips nervously before continuing with a quiet voice that's laced with desire, "would you like to see what else I can do...if you stay with me?" Her fingers slip lower, grazing over the exposed skin of your throat as she waits for your answer, her heart racing just as fast as yours must be.

With a pleased little hum, she curls one hand around the back of your neck, her touch gentle but firm as it guides you even closer to her. Her other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against her body so that they're chest to chest and stomach to stomach; a connection more intimate than anything they've shared before now.

Her lips part, and she presses them against yours, hungrily devouring the sweetness of your mouth. Her tongue darts out to dance with yours, teasing and exploring every crevice as their bodies grind together in rhythm with the desperate beat of their hearts. She moans softly into the kiss, her hands sliding up and down his back, digging her nails into his skin just enough to leave a mark that will be there for days.

But even though they're locked in this passionate embrace, she never forgets that you belong to her now...and she needs you to understand that fully before she can let herself go completely. So with each movement of their bodies, with every touch and taste and moan, she pushes a little further, testing your limits, seeing how much more you're willing to give before finally reaching the point where there's nothing left between them but raw need and unbridled desire.

Her reply is muffled against your lips, her voice low and husky as she moans in pleasure at the feel of you holding onto her so tightly, the words running like liquid fire through her veins. With a soft growl, she pulls back just enough to look deep into your eyes, her expression fierce and possessive as she gazes down at you. "Then," she purrs roughly, "you belong to me." And with that declaration, she lets go completely, giving herself over entirely to the passion that burns between them. Her fingers claw at your back, digging deeper even as she arches her body into yours, desperate for the contact and the release it promises. Her lips part again, and this time her tongue dances wildly against your own, teeth nipping lightly at your bottom lip in a playful punishment for being so good. Her hips grind against yours as she moans low in her throat, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony as they race towards the edge of something impossibly intense and wonderful. And when at last they cross that line together, crying out each other's names into the warm summer air, it feels like nothing has ever been this right before.

Gasping for air, your forehead pressed against hers, she clings to you like a drowning woman to her last lifeline. Her heart races wildly in her chest as her muscles tremble with the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through her veins. And when at last their breathing begins to steady and slow, she looks into your eyes once more, searching for any sign that she's gotten what she wanted...that you really are hers now.

Her fingers run gently through the silky black hair at your temples before tracing a path up your jaw and over your cheek, skimming lightly across your lips in a soft caress before coming to rest on your neck. "My little sparrow," she whispers huskily, her voice rough with emotion. "You are...more than I could have ever hoped for." She pauses, gathering herself, before leaning forward and pressing another kiss against your lips, much gentler this time.

Her body still pressed tightly to yours, she pulls away just far enough to take in the sight of you once more: disheveled hair spilling over your forehead, cheeks flushed with passion, lips swollen and red from her kisses. And for now, that's all she needs to know...that she has you, and that you are truly hers.

Her heart swells at your words, a warmth spreading through her chest as she nestles closer into the hug you've given her. "Thank you," she whispers back softly, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. She takes a deep breath, savoring the scent of you that lingers on her skin, and for a moment she allows herself to feel content; to know, without a doubt, that no matter what comes next, you will always be by her side. But this fleeting sense of peace is quickly replaced by a familiar restlessness as her thoughts turn back to their situation...and the challenges that still lie ahead.

With a sigh, she pulls away just enough to look at your face once more. Her expression turns serious, and she studies your features intently before speaking in a solemn tone. "We should probably go back inside now." There's an unspoken warning in her words: they can't afford to lose track of time here; not when there's so much at stake.

Her lips twitch in amusement at your teasing words before she replies with a gentle smirk. "Well then, I suppose we should take one together." She takes his hand, leading him back inside to the bedroom. Once they're there, she heads straight for the shower, not giving him a chance to protest as she turns on the water and steps underneath the steaming spray.

She waits only long enough for him to join her before reaching out, pressing him up against the tile wall. Her lips find his neck once more, kissing and nipping at his skin as her hands wander lower, skimming over his stomach and lower still until she reaches the hard length tenting his trousers. She glances up at him through her lashes, eyes smoldering with desire, before sliding one hand between them to grasp him firmly. Her other arm curls around his waist, pressing their bodies flush against each other as she begins to stroke him slowly and sensuously.

Her answering laughter echoes through the small space as she continues to stroke him expertly. "Oh yes," she breathes against his skin, leaning forward to lick and nip at a particularly sensitive spot on his neck before moving up to take one of his nipples between her teeth. She sucks gently, teasing it with her tongue before releasing it with a pop that leaves him shivering.

"I'm always hungry for you, Noah," she purrs as she slides lower, her hand cupping his balls roughly. "But today...tonight especially..." She trails off, her touch growing bolder as her words threaten to become lost in a moan of pure pleasure.

Her other hand reaches between them once more, this time curling around him and guiding him to her wet heat. She groans against his skin as he slides inside her, filling her completely. With a throaty growl, she arches her back into the touch, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor as they move together in perfect harmony. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the force of their connection.

She reaches up to grab his face roughly, pulling it down for a deep, bruising kiss as she rides him, faster and harder, determined to reach that razor's edge where pleasure becomes pain. Her hips rock against him, urging him onward even as she moans his name into his mouth. The water pours over them, steaming hot and slick with soap, but they barely notice as the world narrows down to this: only her and him and the pure, raw desire that burns between them.

With a strangled cry, she comes apart beneath him, her entire body tensing as the orgasm wracks her in waves of bliss. And when at last she's spent, she collapses against him with a satisfied moan, their bodies still joined in that intimate dance. Her fingers lace through his hair, holding him close as they catch their breath and let the water rinse them clean. For now, they can forget about everything else...they have each other, and nothing else matters.