Flameveil

Ji Linyuan and Seraphina Blackwood grew up together in the same military compound, their families sharing a bond that ran deep. He was the kind of wild spirit who wore leather jackets and rode a souped-up motorcycle, forever sporting a smirk that was three parts disdain and seven parts mischief—a notorious troublemaker known far and wide. Seraphina Blackwood, on the other hand, was quiet by nature, like a night-blooming jasmine that hadn’t yet unfurled, always dragged into his absurd escapades without so much as a say. She assumed it was just the typical back-and-forth of childhood friends pulled by habit, never realizing that Ji Linyuan had long marked her as forbidden territory in his heart—touch her, and you pay the price.