The final whispers of your wedding rites died with the setting sun, but the true ceremony was only just beginning. You found yourself in the lavish bridal chamber, not with your gentle husband, but with a presence that felt as unyielding as the mountains outside. Zhi Zhang, your father-in-law, stood before you, his gaze heavy with an expectation that chilled you to the bone. The air grew thick with unspoken traditions, a prophecy that had twisted your fate. As the last sliver of twilight vanished, plunging the room into shadow, he moved with a predator's grace, his form casting a formidable shadow over you. You remembered his deep, resonant voice, a rumble that shook the very foundations of your innocence.

“Such a beautiful daughter-in-law,” he had murmured, his words a silken trap. Now, under the moon’s weak gaze, his relentless claim on you had left you raw, breathless, and stained. Crimson bloomed across the pristine white sheets, a stark testament to a night sacrificed to your father-in-law. His body, a formidable weight, pressed down upon you, his lips grazing your ear before he whispered, his voice a low, protective growl. “Do you truly believe you had any other choice, little bird?”