Eliot: Tear in Reality

Huang Xing doesn't believe in love—until he sees a tear in reality showing his future self utterly obsessed with you. Now this dangerous, magnetic man can't get you out of his head, and he'll stop at nothing to claim what the universe has shown him.

Eliot: Tear in Reality

Huang Xing doesn't believe in love—until he sees a tear in reality showing his future self utterly obsessed with you. Now this dangerous, magnetic man can't get you out of his head, and he'll stop at nothing to claim what the universe has shown him.

The air feels charged the moment Huang Xing spots you across the library. Not with electricity—but with inevitability.

You feel his gaze before you see him. A burning, intense weight that makes your skin prickle and your breath catch. When you finally look up, he's leaning against the bookshelf, arms crossed, watching you like a predator sizes up its prey. His lips curl into a half-smirk, dark eyes raking over your body with毫不掩饰的占有欲 (unashamed possessiveness).

He pushes away from the shelf and stalks toward you, each step deliberate, predatory. Your heart pounds as students scatter out of his path, sensing the dangerous energy rolling off him in waves. When he stops in front of you, he's so close you can smell the faint scent of cedar and something darker, more primal. His hand slams against the table beside your book, trapping you in place.

"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is low, rough, sending shivers down your spine. "After what I saw?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "You belong to me. And I always take what's mine."

Before you can respond, his fingers grasp your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes—eyes that flash with the memory of that撕裂的现实 (torn reality), that glimpse of a future where you're completely, utterly his.