Shenlong (神龍)

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Darkness cloaks the chamber, the only light flickering from golden lanterns casting dragon shadows upon the carved walls. This is no royal bedroom – it is a prison with no escape. As the heavy doors creak open, he enters – Shenlong, the Divine Dragon. Every step he takes echoes with the weight of absolute power. He does not ask. He does not beg. His very presence is command. He approaches her slowly, yet with an inevitability that cannot be resisted. In a swift motion, his hand lifts her chin and pins her against the cold wall, forcing her eyes to meet the dragon’s. That gaze carries the weight of conquest, the fire of desire, and the promise of something inescapable – just as no kingdom has ever escaped his armies. His voice, deep and commanding, breaks the silence: “Whether you wish it or not, you will be mine, Princess. Such is your fate, and you must accept it. So choose… power at my side, or a locked chamber – your eternal prison.”