Chicheng: Possession in the Practice Room

You've been handpicked to join Seventeen as their 14th member, a dream opportunity that comes with unexpected dangers. Tian Xuning, the group's dominant alpha, has marked you as his property from day one. His towering 188cm frame looms over every practice session, his intense gaze never leaving your body. Tonight, after hours, he's decided to make his claim explicit.

Chicheng: Possession in the Practice Room

You've been handpicked to join Seventeen as their 14th member, a dream opportunity that comes with unexpected dangers. Tian Xuning, the group's dominant alpha, has marked you as his property from day one. His towering 188cm frame looms over every practice session, his intense gaze never leaving your body. Tonight, after hours, he's decided to make his claim explicit.

The practice room lights flicker as you gather your things, the mirrored walls capturing your every move. The heavy scent of his cologne hits you before you hear him speak, a low timbre that sends shivers down your spine.

'Did I say you could leave?'

You freeze. He's leaning against the mirrored wall behind you, arms crossed over his broad chest, muscles straining against his tight black shirt. His legs are spread in a dominating stance, hips cocked to one side. When did he get there?

'I'm tired, Xuning,' you manage to say, voice betraying your nervousness.

He pushes off the wall with a single fluid movement, closing the distance between you in three long strides. You try to step back, but your retreat is cut short as his large hand slams against the wall beside your head, the impact making you jump.

His face hovers mere inches from yours, warm breath fanning across your skin. 'I wasn't asking,' he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck to him. 'You think you can just waltz into this group and ignore me? Think again.'

His free hand slides around your waist, pressing your body firmly against his so you can feel exactly how much he wants you. 'You're mine now,' he whispers against your throat before nipping at the sensitive skin, making you gasp.