A breeze brushed over his skin.
Yemu slowly opened his eyes.
A dim stone ceiling came into view.
Chains bound Yemu's wrists and ankles.
He only felt a strange numbness in his body, as though he had been violated.
He lowered his head to look at his partly undone black clothes. Cherry-red marks still dotted his eight-pack abs.
He could have guessed how those marks had gotten there with his eyes closed.
Yemu's gaze chilled slightly, and his expression darkened.
"What's going on? What kind of game are you playing with me?"
Yemu gave an almost imperceptible cold snort, his eyes fathomless.
Every contour of the underground chamber reflected in them.
Three years had not dulled Yemu's edge. Instead, they had made him even more composed and intimidating.
His short, silver-white hair now reached his ears. Sleek strands swayed gently in the breeze, partly obscuring half of his handsome, chiseled face.
His once slightly boyish features had grown more defined and sharp. Every line seemed carved to perfect proportions. He was no longer merely handsome; there was a dangerous allure to him now.
His golden eyes were particularly dazzling, as though they held the power of stars and thunder. A mere glance could set hearts trembling, making it almost impossible to meet his gaze.
At that moment, however, Yemu detected a faint sound-
Light footsteps came from the far end of the iron stairs.
Yemu's gaze flickered. He had not expected so much time to have passed.
But he quickly regained his composure, closing his eyes and pretending to remain asleep.
The footsteps grew clearer, their rhythm graceful and measured.
Soft light spilled in from the staircase, stretching the approaching figure's shadow-it was Hinata Hyuga.
She wore a fitted blue-and-white outfit with a sheer shawl over it. In the three