What he picked up was not a pet, but the collar that locked him.
Ye Zhao picked up a dying snow wolf in the snow, and he was fascinated by its eyes burning with unyielding wildness. He spent his blood and patience to tame this ferocious beast into a loyal dog. Caressing, whispering, carefully woven rewards and cold punishments... Ye Zhao is a superior trainer, enjoying the pleasure of controlling this beast.
He knew that beneath the docile coat was possessiveness that could tear him to pieces - this was his most addictive poison.
Until the crisis came, Ye Zhao saw the true face of his "pet" for the first time. What tears apart the darkness is the monster with wolf ears and tail, and the unquestionable declaration in the hot chest: "He is mine!"
The gentle mask shattered, and Ye Zhao was shocked to realize that he was not raising a dog, but a vicious wolf that had already regarded him as prey.
Taming the game, completely out of control.
Ye Zhao decided to play with fire. Wet hair, thin clothes, a touch that seemed like nothing... He used himself as bait to ignite the beast's deeper desire, and then tightened the reins with a cold command: "Sit down! Don't move!"
He admired the other person's painful struggle between desire and repression, but he didn't know that he was pushing open the door of the cage.
When an accident occurs, deliberate closeness becomes the last straw that crushes reason. The loyal dog's counterattack is a carefully crafted golden cage.
The former master became a captive in the palm of his hand, imprisoned by morbid tenderness and hot kisses. The former passwords have been twisted, and the former prohibitions have been trampled: "My master taught me that only obedience will be rewarded... Now, I set the rules."
Who is whose prey? Who is the master of whom?
Inside the cage, there is a fatal confrontation of power reversal. Ye Zhao's counterattack is a nickname that awakens memories, a vulnerability like charity, and an attempt to take advantage of the other person's deep-rooted obsession and fear.
Every skin-to-skin contact is a battleground of wills. The body's sinking and the soul's resistance dance wildly on the edge of danger.
When the cage was shattered and the rules were rewritten, Ye Zhao finally understood: what he needed was never a docile dog, but an evenly matched wolf that could dance with him in the abyss.
This is a dangerous dance that begins with taming and ends with symbiosis. The queen and the wolf have left an indelible mark on each other's flesh and blood - either destruction or perdition.
Updated from time to time, but never a trap
Concept: Evenly matched love is not a competition, but a resonance.