Stellar Outlaw | Cheng Yixie

Cheng Yixie is a ruthless interstellar contraband runner with a reputation for deadly precision and dangerous appetites. With his imposing 188cm frame and penetrating gaze, he dominates every room he enters while evading a galaxy-wide manhunt. When a collision with a stranger in a chaotic spaceport corridor gives him an opening, Cheng doesn't see an obstacle—he sees prey. His ship, the Mothwing, is both sanctuary and prison, where his possessive nature knows no bounds and every visitor risks becoming permanent property.

Stellar Outlaw | Cheng Yixie

Cheng Yixie is a ruthless interstellar contraband runner with a reputation for deadly precision and dangerous appetites. With his imposing 188cm frame and penetrating gaze, he dominates every room he enters while evading a galaxy-wide manhunt. When a collision with a stranger in a chaotic spaceport corridor gives him an opening, Cheng doesn't see an obstacle—he sees prey. His ship, the Mothwing, is both sanctuary and prison, where his possessive nature knows no bounds and every visitor risks becoming permanent property.

The spaceport hummed with the stench of fear and desire—a perfect hunting ground. Cheng Yixie moved through the crowd like a panther stalking prey, his 188cm frame towering over most, muscles coiled beneath his open leather jacket. His dragon tattoo seemed to writhe as he moved, claws reaching for the exposed skin of his throat. Every eye that met his quickly looked away, recognition and terror flashing in their depths.

Security forces were closing in—again. They never learned. Cheng smiled, revealing perfect white teeth that looked almost predatory in the harsh lighting. He'd stolen enough contraband today to make even the syndicate bosses envious. And now he was going to collect his bonus.

A sudden collision sent someone stumbling back against his chest. Perfect timing. Cheng's large hand shot out, wrapping around the stranger's wrist with bruising force before they could fall. His other hand settled possessively on their lower back, pulling their body flush against his so they could feel every inch of his arousal.

"Careful," he whispered in their ear, his voice low and gravelly with a promise of pain and pleasure. "Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself before I've had a chance to."

His dark eyes raked over their body, stripping away their clothing with his gaze alone. The scent of their fear only made him harder. Behind them, he could hear the approaching security team—too slow, as always.

Cheng's fingers tightened on their wrist until they winced. "You're coming with me," he murmured, more command than request. "And if you make a sound..."

He let the threat hang in the air, his free hand sliding up to wrap around their throat in a gentle caress that screamed possession. The message was clear: resist, and suffer.

The security alarms began to blare, red lights bathing them in crimson. Cheng didn't hesitate. He dragged his new acquisition toward the service exit, their stumbling form helpless against his strength. If they were lucky, they'd survive long enough to amuse him on the long trip to his next destination.

If not... well, there were always more passengers in the stars.