After Spoiling the Phoenix Queen, Where Can the Mad Tyrant Run?

[Fantasy, historical setting + two equally powerful leads + love and hate + imprisonment + madness]

The tyrant Duolun Yika fashioned himself a perfect caged bird. He gave Feng Yu a name, fine clothes, and treasures, but also chains and scars. He delighted in dragging something noble through the mud, watching Feng Yu struggle, then submit, until his eyes reflected only him.

He thought he had won, until Feng Yu shattered his shackles and used the very restraints he had imposed to bind him tightly to the dragon bed.

Feng Yu’s icy fingertips brushed his cheek as he whispered with a soft laugh, “Your Majesty, you taught me that love means possession.”

Only then did the tyrant understand: the one who had faced him day and night was never a little bird in need of his protection, but a predator on his level. He had handed control to a monster even more deranged than himself.