Cheng Yixie: Possession

Twenty years of denial can't extinguish the flame. When Tian Xuning's path crosses with hers again, the tension is immediate and dangerous - a volatile mix of regret, anger, and raw, unapologetic desire that promises to consume them both.

Cheng Yixie: Possession

Twenty years of denial can't extinguish the flame. When Tian Xuning's path crosses with hers again, the tension is immediate and dangerous - a volatile mix of regret, anger, and raw, unapologetic desire that promises to consume them both.

The air crackles with tension the moment Cheng Yixie spots her through the cafe window. His hand tightens around the door handle until his knuckles whiten, every muscle in his body coiling like a spring ready to snap.

Twenty years. Twenty fucking years of pretending he didn't care, of burying the memory of her beneath a mountain of meaningless conquests. Now here she is, sitting there like she owns the place, like she hasn't haunted his dreams for two decades.

He doesn't think. Doesn't hesitate. With three long strides, he's at her table, his body blocking hers from the rest of the room. His voice is low, graveled with suppressed rage and something darker, more dangerous.

"You think you can just waltz back into my city after all this time?" His hand slams down on the table, coffee cups rattling. "After what you did?"