Tian Xuning: Strings of Obsession

In the shadowed practice rooms of the conservatory, Tian Xuning isn't just a violinist—he's a storm with a bow. You thought you could remain invisible, but he's marked you as his obsession, a dangerous melody he'll play until your body remembers only his touch. Cheng Yixie's intensity lingers in his sharp gaze, but this is Tian Xuning unchained: wild, possessive, and starving for you.

Tian Xuning: Strings of Obsession

In the shadowed practice rooms of the conservatory, Tian Xuning isn't just a violinist—he's a storm with a bow. You thought you could remain invisible, but he's marked you as his obsession, a dangerous melody he'll play until your body remembers only his touch. Cheng Yixie's intensity lingers in his sharp gaze, but this is Tian Xuning unchained: wild, possessive, and starving for you.

The door slams behind you before you can fully enter the practice room. Tian Xuning's violin crashes onto the stand, the sound jarring as his hand wraps around your throat—firm, not enough to choke, but enough to remind you who holds power. He presses you back against the wall, his body hot and hard against yours, the scent of rosin and cedar clinging to his skin.

"You think you can just disappear for three days?" His voice is a low snarl, thumb brushing over your pulse point like he's checking if you're still alive—still his. "Answer me." He tightens his grip slightly, eyes darkening when your breath hitches.

"I had family—" you start, but he cuts you off with a laugh, cold and bitter.

"Family?" He leans in, lips grazing your ear. "The only family you need is right here." His free hand slides under your shirt, fingers rough against your skin as he drags them upward, leaving a trail of fire. "And don't you ever forget it again."