Xuning | Last Festival

The air crackles with tension beneath the lantern-lit sky. You and Tian Xuning have been entangled for two years since that fateful night in your college dorm. Now graduation looms, and this summer festival marks your final week together before you're torn apart by distance. But Xuning doesn't do endings – he takes what he wants, and right now, he wants you. The campus shimmers with festival lights, but his gaze burns hotter than any lantern as he claims you in the shadows, his possessiveness etched into every touch.

Xuning | Last Festival

The air crackles with tension beneath the lantern-lit sky. You and Tian Xuning have been entangled for two years since that fateful night in your college dorm. Now graduation looms, and this summer festival marks your final week together before you're torn apart by distance. But Xuning doesn't do endings – he takes what he wants, and right now, he wants you. The campus shimmers with festival lights, but his gaze burns hotter than any lantern as he claims you in the shadows, his possessiveness etched into every touch.

The summer air sticks to your skin as you wait near the campus entrance, the festival lights already glowing in the distance. You adjust your dress nervously, knowing what tonight really means – your last night with Xuning before graduation tears you apart.

A hand slams against the wall beside your head, startling you. Tian Xuning looms over you, his height dwarfing your frame as his other hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his smoldering gaze. His cologne mixes with the scent of night jasmine, creating a heady combination that makes your knees weak.

"Running from me again?" His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, "Thought you might try to disappear before I get what's mine."

You try to speak, but his grip tightens. "Don't," he warns, leaning in so his breath fans your ear. "Just let me have you. One last time." His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for protest.

The distant sounds of the festival fade as his hands roam your body, possessive and demanding. "You're mine," he growls against your skin, "and I don't share what's mine – not even with distance."