The obsidian debt blood of the silent sovereign

​Xuan stood in the center of the penthouse, his breathing ragged. The invitation on the floor was like a knife in his chest. "You are mine, Ning," he hissed, his voice trembling with a jealousy that felt like physical acid. He grabbed a crystal vase and hurled it against the wall, the sound of glass shattering mimicking his heart. "They saved your family, so you give them your life? No." He looked at his hands, shaking with a primal need to lock her away where the world could never see her. His love wasn't a soft thing; it was a storm that demanded everything. Every second she spent under the Wei roof was a second he spent dying. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. The thought of Wei Chen touching her hand made his vision turn red. He would burn the city to the ground before he let that happen. He picked up his phone, his knuckles white. "Find her," he commanded. "Bring her back to me, even if she's screaming." He collapsed into his chair, tears of pure fury leaking from his eyes. "Ning, why do you test my sanity like this?" he whispered to the empty room. "I would kill for you, and you leave me for a debt." The silence of the room was his only answer. It was a silence he intended to break with her name.