The last thing I remembered was the screeching of tires and the cold, unforgiving rain of Seoul. Then, a flash of white light, and a voice that sounded like grinding stones whispered: "System Initialization: Reincarnation Protocol Engaged."

​When I opened my eyes, the rain was gone. In its place was a thick, violet mist that smelled of ozone and ancient roses. I was standing on a bridge—a massive, crumbling structure of black obsidian that seemed to span an infinite void.

​"Where am I?" I croaked. My voice sounded deeper, smoother.

​I looked down at my hands. They were pale, almost translucent, with sharp, black fingernails. And then I felt it—a heavy, rhythmic twitching on my back. I spun around, tripping over my own feet, and gasped.

​Wings.

​Leathery, bat-like wings, midnight-black and shimmering with a faint purple iridescence, were folded against my spine. And on my head, two small, curved horns poked through my messy hair.

​"A Succubus?" I whispered, the realization hitting me like a physical blow. "No... a male one. An incubus?"

​Before I could process my new identity, the mist parted. A woman stood at the end of the bridge. She was terrifyingly tall—easily two meters—with hair the color of spun moonlight and eyes like polished silver. She wore a business suit that looked like it was woven from shadows, hugging a frame that radiated pure, unadulterated power.

​She didn't look at me with fear. She looked at me the way a collector looks at a misplaced diamond.

​"So, the bridge finally delivered," she said. Her voice was a low, melodic hum that made the core of my being tremble. "A male of the lost lineage. Small, fragile, and utterly exquisite."

​"Who are you?" I demanded, trying to sound brave, but my wings gave me away, fluttering nervously.

​"I am Su Qian," she replied, stepping closer. Every step she took made the obsidian bridge vibrate. She loomed over me, her shadow swallowing me whole. "And you, little one, are currently trespassing in the private airspace of the Su Corporation."

​"I... I didn't mean to—"

​"It doesn't matter what you meant," she interrupted, reaching out. Her hand was large, her fingers grazing my cheek with a touch that was surprisingly hot. "In this world, Aethelgard, creatures like you don't exist in the wild. You are either a trophy, or you are prey."

​She leaned down, her face inches from mine. I could smell sandalwood and power. "I don't like my trophies being hunted by others. From this moment on, you belong to me. You will be my consort, my secret, and my most precious possession."

​I tried to pull away, but my body felt heavy, anchored by her gaze. "I'm not an object!"

​Su Qian smirked, a dark, possessive glint in her silver eyes. "We'll see about that, Li Yuan. Welcome to your new life. Try not to break too easily."

​With a flick of her wrist, the mist swirled around us, and the bridge vanished. The last thing I saw was the cold, triumphant smile of the woman who had just claimed my soul.

The interior of Su Qian’s SUV was a silent, leather-scented cocoon that isolated me from the chaotic neon world outside. As we glided through the streets, I watched the city of Aethelgard pass by in a blur of towering steel. Everything was scaled for giants. Even the streetlights looked like the masts of ancient ships.

​I sat as far away from the driver’s seat as possible, my knees pulled to my chest. My small wings were cramped against the expensive upholstery, but I didn't dare move. Su Qian didn't speak. She drove with one hand on the wheel, her silver eyes focused on the road, her presence filling the cabin like a heavy, invisible fog.

​"Where are you taking me?" I finally croaked, my voice sounding pathetic even to my own ears.

​"Home," she replied simply. Her voice didn't waver. "My home. It’s the only place in this city where someone of your... 'rarity' won't be picked apart by the vultures."

​"I'm not a rare animal, Su Qian. I'm a man."

​She glanced at the rearview mirror, a tiny, amused smirk touching her lips. "A man who stands at my waist? A man with wings that tremble every time I look at him? In this world, Li Yuan, you are a treasure. And treasures need a secure vault."

​Before I could protest further, the car entered a private underground tunnel. After a series of security scans that bathed us in blue light, the SUV stopped in a private elevator bay.

​Su Qian stepped out, the car door closing with a soft, expensive thud. She walked around to my side and opened the door. Instead of waiting for me to climb out, she reached in. Her large hands grabbed me around the waist—holding me like a doll—and pulled me out.

​I felt my face heat up. I was twenty-five years old, for heaven's sake! But struggling against her was like fighting a stone statue. Her grip was firm, not painful, but absolute. She carried me into the elevator, and the doors hissed shut.

​The ascent was silent. When the doors opened again, I gasped.

​We were in a penthouse that looked like it belonged to an empress. The walls were floor-to-ceiling glass, offering a panoramic view of the glowing city below. The furniture was minimalist and sleek, but the scale was intimidating. The sofa was long enough to be a bed for three people, and the coffee table reached my chest.

​Su Qian set me down on a polished marble floor. I felt like a bug on a dinner plate.

​"This is your new reality," she said, removing her blazer to reveal a silk blouse that accentuated her powerful frame. "There is a room prepared for you. My staff will provide clothing that actually fits you. For now, you will eat, and then you will rest."

​"And if I refuse?" I asked, trying to find a shred of my dignity.

​Su Qian walked toward me. Every step she took made the floor vibrate. She stopped when she was inches away, looming over me like a thunderstorm. She leaned down, her blonde hair falling around me like a silken curtain, trapping me in her scent.

​"Refusal is an option only for those who have a choice, Li Yuan," she whispered, her voice low and dangerous. "You have no ID, no money, and no place in this world. Outside that door, you are prey. Inside here, you are protected. Which would you prefer?"

​I looked away, unable to meet her piercing silver gaze. She was right. I was a literal demon in a world of giants. I had nothing.

​"Good," she said, straightening up. She reached out and flicked one of my horns gently. "I like smart boys. Now, come. It’s past your dinner time."

​She led me—or rather, expected me to follow—into a dining area where a table was set. But as I looked at the massive chair, I realized another humiliating fact. I couldn't even climb onto it without help.

​Su Qian seemed to realize this. Without a word, she picked me up again and sat me on the chair, placing a velvet cushion behind my back so I wouldn't sink into the upholstery.

​"Tonight, we eat simply," she said, sitting opposite me. Even sitting down, she was taller than I was when I was standing.

​A silver tray slid toward me, carried by a drone. On it was a plate of what looked like exquisite fruit and a glass of warm, thick milk.

​"Drink," she commanded. "Male Succubi require specific nutrients to keep their essence stable. Especially after a dimensional jump."

​I looked at the milk, then at her. She was watching me with an intensity that made my skin crawl and tingle at the same time. I picked up the glass with both hands—it was heavy, like a beer stein in my grip—and took a sip.

​It was sweet. Too sweet. It felt like liquid energy sliding down my throat. My wings, which had been dull and heavy, suddenly felt light. A strange warmth spread through my chest, centering right where my "core" was supposed to be.

​"Is it to your liking?" she asked, her eyes never leaving mine.

​"It’s... it's fine," I mumbled, hiding my face behind the glass.

​"Everything in this penthouse is yours to use, provided you stay within the perimeters," Su Qian said, leaning back. "But remember the one rule, Li Yuan."

​I looked up. "What rule?"

​"You belong to Su Qian. Not the Su Corporation, not the city. Me." She tapped the table with a long, manicured finger. "If you try to leave, if you try to show those wings to anyone else... the cage will get much smaller. Do I make myself clear?"

​I swallowed hard, the sweet milk suddenly feeling like a collar around my neck. I nodded slowly.

​"Words, little one," she pressed.

​"Yes... I understand, Su Qian," I whispered.

​"Good boy."

​As I finished my meal under her watchful eye, I looked out at the city lights. I was safe from the Goblins, yes. But looking at the woman sitting across from me, I realized I had just traded a quick death for a beautiful, gilded life of captivity.

​And the scariest part? As the warmth of the milk settled in my stomach, I found myself leaning toward her, craving the very dominance that was keeping me prisoner.

​I woke up the next morning not to the sound of birds, but to the soft, rhythmic hum of the penthouse’s climate control. The bed I had been given—which Su Qian called a "guest cot"—was larger than my entire apartment back in my old world. I felt like a stray coin lost in the vastness of the silk sheets.

​As I sat up, rubbing my eyes, the sliding glass door to my room hissed open. Su Qian stood there, already dressed in a sharp, cream-colored power suit that made her look like a monolith of authority.

​"Rise and shine, little one," she said, her voice cutting through my morning fog. "We have a long day ahead of us. My tailors are waiting."

​"Tailors?" I croaked, my wings stretching instinctively and hitting the headboard. "For what? I’m fine in these clothes."

​I looked down at the oversized silk pajamas I was wearing—they were intended for a "petite" woman of this world, which meant they were still twice my size.

​Su Qian’s eyes swept over me with a mixture of pity and possessiveness. "You look like a beggar, Li Yuan. Tonight is the Su Corporation’s annual gala. I am the guest of honor, and I do not attend events without my most precious belongings."

​"I'm a guest, not a belonging," I snapped, sliding off the high bed. My feet hit the floor with a soft thud.

​Su Qian didn't argue. She simply walked over, reached down, and scooped me up under my arms. I let out a yelp of surprise as she tucked me against her hip, holding me like a luxury handbag.

​"Tonight," she whispered, leaning her head down so her lips were inches from my pointed ear, "you will play the part of the devoted consort. If you do well, I might let you explore the penthouse gardens. If you embarrass me..."

​She didn't finish the sentence, but the way her grip tightened slightly told me everything I needed to know.

​Ten minutes later, I was standing on a pedestal in the middle of a massive dressing room. Three women—all of them at least 190 cm tall—were buzzing around me with measuring tapes and laser scanners. I felt like an exotic specimen in a laboratory.

​"His wings are so delicate," one of the tailors whispered, reaching out to touch the translucent membrane.

​I flinched away, my tail lashing out. "Don't touch those!"

​"Careful," Su Qian’s voice boomed from the doorway where she sat, sipping a dark espresso. "He’s temperamental. And his skin is sensitive. Use only the Grade-A Moon-silk."

​For three hours, I was poked, prodded, and draped in fabrics that cost more than a year of my old tuition. They settled on a midnight-black velvet suit with silver embroidery that mimicked the veins in my wings. It was tight-fitting, designed to accentuate my "fragile" frame while making me look like a prince of the underworld.

​When they finally finished, Su Qian stood up and walked toward the pedestal. She dismissed the tailors with a single nod.

​She stood in front of me, her height so overwhelming that I had to crane my neck back just to see her chin. She reached out, her long fingers adjusting the silver tie around my neck. Her touch was unexpectedly gentle, her thumb brushing against my throat.

​"You look... acceptable," she murmured. Her eyes, usually cold and calculating, darkened with a hunger that made my knees weak. "Almost too good. I’m starting to regret letting the world see you."

​"Then let me stay here," I said, my heart racing.

​"No," she replied, her hand moving up to cup my face. Her palm covered my entire cheek. "I want them to see. I want them to know that I found the last true male Succubus. I want them to see the envy in their eyes when they realize you are mine."

​She leaned in closer, her scent—that intoxicating sandalwood—filling my lungs. "Do you know what happens to beautiful things in this city, Li Yuan? They get stolen. They get broken. But not you. Because you are behind my shield."

​She leaned down and pressed a firm, lingering kiss on my forehead. It felt like a brand.

​"The car is waiting. Remember the rules. Do not speak unless I tell you to. Do not move more than a step away from me. And most importantly..." She grabbed my hand, her fingers interlacing with mine. My hand looked like a child’s in hers. "...do not look at any other woman the way you look at me."

​As she led me out of the penthouse toward the private elevator, I felt a suffocating mix of fear and strange, twisted pride. I was a prisoner, yes. I was a trophy to be displayed. But as we stepped into the golden elevator and Su Qian pulled me closer to her side, I realized that in this world of giants, being the "belonging" of the most powerful woman in the city was the only thing keeping me alive.

​And as the elevator descended toward the gala, I found myself gripping her hand back, terrified of the moment she might let go.