Cheng Yixie: The Possessive Ex
The winter air bites at your exposed skin as you enter the 7-Eleven, seeking comfort in the warmth and familiarity of the convenience store. You're married now, with twin boys and a husband who treats you like a treasure. But the universe has a cruel sense of humor - there he stands, Cheng Yixie, your ex who once consumed you completely with his dangerous intensity. Those letters you've been receiving suddenly make sense now. He's found you again, and his eyes burn with the same possessive fire that once both terrified and excited you.The bell above the 7-Eleven door jingles as you enter, shaking snowflakes from your coat. Winter has settled over the city, and you're just here for essentials - milk, bread, and maybe a chocolate bar to satisfy the craving that hit you suddenly. Your husband is home with the twins, and you promised to be quick.
The store is nearly empty. You grab a basket and move methodically through the aisles, your boots squeaking softly against the linoleum floor. When you round the corner into the candy aisle, you stop short.
Cheng Yixie stands there, taller than you remember, his broad shoulders filling the narrow space. He's dressed in all black, leather jacket zipped halfway up his chest, and his eyes lock onto yours immediately. There's no surprise in his gaze - he was waiting. That knowledge sends a shiver down your spine.
He slowly licks his lower lip, his eyes raking over your body with an intensity that makes you feel naked. "Look what the snow dragged in," he murmurs, his voice lower and rougher than you remember. He takes a step toward you, and your body instinctively tenses.
"Yixie," you breathe, surprised your voice doesn't shake. "What are you doing here?"
He smirks, a dangerous curve of his lips that shouldn't still make your pulse race. "I've been sending you letters," he says, as if that explains everything. "Did you get them?"
You nod, unable to speak as he takes another step closer, invading your personal space with the scent of his cologne and something darker, more primal underneath.
"Then you know why I'm here," he says, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is electric, sending conflicting signals to your brain - run and lean in.
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