FEUD

Episode 1: "You Dare Touch Me Again?"

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Qin Ziyan A cold, ambitious royal general from the South. Stoic, deadly, but secretly tormented by loss. He harbors an old grudge against the crown family — especially the arrogant prince who once humiliated his brother.

Second prince of the empire. Seductive, cunning, with sharp wit and deadly charm. He plays politics like chess — but Ziyan is the one opponent he can’t seem to control.

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Enemies meet again… But neither forgot the taste of the other’s mouth.

Private Hall – Royal War Council Chamber

Night. Wind stirs the silk drapes. Two enemies stand inches apart.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

General Qin. You weren’t invited.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

Your men begged me to stop the northern rebellion. I came back to find a prince sitting in my seat.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

[smirks] That chair suits me, don’t you think?

Qin Ziyan (ML)

It suited the man you had executed.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

That was ten years ago. Still angry over your brother’s fate?

Qin Ziyan (ML)

I buried him with that same smirk on his face.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

You haven’t changed. Still full of rage. Still handsome when you glare.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

Don’t flirt with me, Your Highness.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

But you used to like it. Remember? The training hall? The bruises you left on my hips

Qin Ziyan (ML)

That was war. Not love.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

Not only that, but it felt like something more when you kissed me after.

Qin Ziyan slams him against the lacquered wall. His hand grips the prince’s throat, not tight enough to bruise, but enough to threaten.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

You dare speak of that night again?

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

You dare touch me again?

Qin Ziyan (ML)

… I should kill you.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

Then why are your fingers trembling?

A pause. The heat between them is undeniable. Their breath mingles. Ziyan’s jaw tenses. Jiuchen’s lips part—inviting, mocking.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

Or maybe you miss how I tasted.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

…Shut up.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

Then shut me up.

Ziyan grabs his face and crushes his mouth to Jiuchen’s. Teeth clash. Tongues duel. Not only that, but it’s not a kiss. It’s a war. It tastes of salt, blood, and ten years of unsaid things.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

[panting] You’re angry.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

I hate you.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

Then why are you hard?

The kiss returns—deeper this time. Desperate. Ziyan’s hand slides under the prince’s robe, fingers skimming bare skin. Jiuchen moans — soft, broken, triumphant.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

One time. One night. Then I forget you again.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

Lie to me again, Ziyan. I’ll make you beg before dawn.

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Episode 2:“The Taste of Blood, The Heat of Lips”

They said it was hatred. Then why did it feel like hunger?

Hidden chamber behind the War Council Late night, guards dismissed — only silence, shadows, and breath remain

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

You’re trembling, General. Is it rage… or restraint?

Qin Ziyan (ML)

[breathing hard] You still taste the same.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

Mmm… copper, wine, and something like regret?

Jiuchen licks the blood from Ziyan’s lip — a small split from their last kiss. It’s slow. Deliberate.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

Stop it.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

You always bled when we kissed too hard. I always liked it.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

[shoves him backward against a pillar] You talk too much.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

Then shut me up again. Like before — when you bit down until I gasped.

Ziyan kisses him again, this time with teeth. He bites Jiuchen’s lower lip — draws blood. Jiuchen hisses, then grabs the back of Ziyan’s neck and pulls him deeper.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

[panting against his mouth] You want to devour me? Do it. You’ve already ruined me.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

Then kneel.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

…What?

Qin Ziyan (ML)

Kneel. If you want my mouth again, show me what you remember.

Jiuchen lowers himself. Not from submission — but from provocation. He undoes Ziyan’s armor ties with slow, dangerous grace.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

You’re shaking. Still afraid?

Qin Ziyan (ML)

Of you? Never.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

Then why are you leaking like this already?

Jiuchen’s mouth closes around Ziyan, hot and wet. He moans — not out of pain, but from the overwhelming memory

The first time they did this was in the rain. Now it’s fire and silk and shame… and want.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

Jiuchen… stop… I’ll lose control.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

That’s the point.

Ziyan’s hand tightens in his hair as Jiuchen takes him deeper. The sounds in the room turn slick. Slow. Hot. Ziyan’s breath shudders. He’s close.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

[through clenched teeth] Fuck. You still know how to ruin me.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

[licks his lips after pulling off] You taste like the battlefield. Bitter. Addictive. And always mine.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

I hate you.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

I know. That’s why you came in my mouth while saying my name.

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Episode 3: “Pinned Against the Wall of War Council”

It was supposed to be anger. But he moaned his enemy’s name.

War Council Chamber Late night — floor strewn with armor pieces, silk robes half-undone

Qin Ziyan (ML)

On your knees, you still look like a prince.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

And you… You still fuck like a man who never learned how to love.

Ziyan slams Jiuchen back against the wall — hand gripping his throat, lips brushing his ear.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

Love has nothing to do with this.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

[choked gasp, smirking] Then why are your hands shaking when they touch me?

Ziyan rips open Jiuchen’s inner robe. Pale skin. Old scars. New marks. Jiuchen doesn’t flinch — he arches into it.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

Turn around.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

Afraid to see my face when you enter me?

Qin Ziyan (ML)

I’m afraid I’ll kiss you again if I look.

Jiuchen laughs — soft and cracked. Then turns. Presses both hands to the wall, back arched. He’s bare, waiting.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

You’re already hard again, General. What are you waiting for?

Ziyan pushes in slowly — thick, unforgiving. Jiuchen gasps, fingers curling against stone.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

F-fuck… Ziyan…

Qin Ziyan (ML)

[grunts] Don’t say my name like that.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

Then stop making me moan it.

Ziyan fucks him hard, deep — punishing strokes echo in the chamber. Jiuchen moans, low and broken, each thrust stealing the air from his lungs.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

Haa… ngh… slow down…

Qin Ziyan (ML)

Beg.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

You want me to— ngh— beg while you split me open?

Qin Ziyan (ML)

Yes.

Jiuchen’s knees tremble. His body shakes, but he holds the position. Until Ziyan grips his hip and angles deeper—

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

A-ah—! Ziyan—fuck—please…!

Qin Ziyan (ML)

There. That’s what I wanted.

Ziyan leans in, biting Jiuchen’s shoulder. Hard. Enough to mark.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

You’ll wear that tomorrow. Under your silk. Beneath your crown. My teeth. My proof.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

Then take all of me. Just… don’t stop.

They finish like wildfire—Ziyan spilling deep, Jiuchen coming untouched with a cry muffled by his own hand. Sweat. Blood. Come. Tears neither of them will name.

Qin Ziyan (ML)

I said one night.

Yan Jiuchen (MC)

You’re lying again.

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