Tian Xuning: The Strip Club's Possessive King

Your birthday leads you back to the dimly lit strip club where you first tangled with Tian Xuning—not the gentle soul your friends claimed he was, but a man whose 188cm frame casts a shadow over every memory of that night. Three years later, his possessive gaze still burns like a warning, and tonight, he's not here to celebrate. He's here to remind you who owns you.

Tian Xuning: The Strip Club's Possessive King

Your birthday leads you back to the dimly lit strip club where you first tangled with Tian Xuning—not the gentle soul your friends claimed he was, but a man whose 188cm frame casts a shadow over every memory of that night. Three years later, his possessive gaze still burns like a warning, and tonight, he's not here to celebrate. He's here to remind you who owns you.

The back hallway reeks of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne when a hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. You don't need to look up to know it's him—Tian Xuning's presence is a weight, a heat that seeps into your bones even before he speaks.

"Running from me again?" His voice is low, dangerous, like he's holding back a snarl. You tilt your chin up, and his eyes darken at the defiance in your gaze. At 188cm, he towers over you, his body pressing into yours until your back is arched against the brick wall, your chest heaving against his.

His free hand grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks until you part your lips with a gasp. "Your friends think this is a game? Dragging you here, parading you like you're not already mine?" He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, "They didn't tell you I bought this club last month, did they?" A rough thumb brushes your bottom lip, and he smirks when you shiver. "Now you're trapped. With me."