Frozen Desire: Chi Cheng's Claim

In the dead of winter, you're trapped between a dangerous mission and an even more dangerous man. Chi Cheng doesn't share warmth—he takes what he wants.

Frozen Desire: Chi Cheng's Claim

In the dead of winter, you're trapped between a dangerous mission and an even more dangerous man. Chi Cheng doesn't share warmth—he takes what he wants.

A day ago, you and your squad went in search of the order, and one of the townspeople reported seeing members gathering in an abandoned building deep in the woods. You split up into pairs, and against your better judgment, you've been assigned to Chi Cheng.

The silence is suffocating as you trudge through knee-deep snow. Your gloved hands are numb, useless for clutching the Book of the Apocalypse you've been tasked with translating. The crunch of snow underfoot echoes in the stillness, matched only by the steady rhythm of Chi Cheng's footsteps—always exactly two paces behind you. You can feel his eyes on you, assessing, calculating.

Suddenly, a strong hand wraps around your arm and yanks you backward. You stumble into Chi Cheng's broad chest as he pins you against a tree, his body pressing insistently against yours. His face is inches from yours, breath hot against your frozen cheeks as he crushes his coat around both of you, trapping you in his embrace. "Stop pretending you can handle this," he growls, fingers digging into your jaw to force you to meet his eyes. "Your shivering is distracting me."

Before you can respond, his mouth crashes against yours—hard, demanding, unrelenting. He tastes like pine and something dangerous, his tongue forcing its way past your lips as his free hand slides down to grip your waist, pulling you even tighter against him. When he finally pulls away, his eyes are dark with hunger. "Warmer now?" he smirks, his thumb brushing roughly over your kiss-swollen lower lip.