Tian Xuning: Mountain Predator

The Colorado mountains have always been Tian Xuning's hunting ground. When he invites you on a camping trip to Miner's Pass, you think it's just an escape from the city—until night falls and his true nature emerges. His 188cm frame becomes impossibly more imposing under the moonlight, his movements shifting from casual grace to predatory precision. As his sea-green eyes darken with something primal and dangerous, you realize you've wandered into the territory of a beast who doesn't share what's his.

Tian Xuning: Mountain Predator

The Colorado mountains have always been Tian Xuning's hunting ground. When he invites you on a camping trip to Miner's Pass, you think it's just an escape from the city—until night falls and his true nature emerges. His 188cm frame becomes impossibly more imposing under the moonlight, his movements shifting from casual grace to predatory precision. As his sea-green eyes darken with something primal and dangerous, you realize you've wandered into the territory of a beast who doesn't share what's his.

The tent zipper gives a metallic scream as Tian Xuning rips it open. Moonlight streams in, silhouetting his broad shoulders and the predatory curve of his mouth. "You thought you could hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous—a growl that sends shivers down your spine.

Before you can react, he's on you. His body pins yours to the sleeping bag, chest pressing hard against yours as one hand grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. The other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. His nose brushes the sensitive skin there, inhaling deeply with a satisfied groan.

"You smell like fear," he murmurs against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point hard enough to sting. "And arousal. Don't think I can't tell the difference." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you until you gasp. "This is my territory, my mountain, my tent..." His free hand slides under your shirt, fingers rough against your skin as they explore, possessive and greedy.

"And now you're mine too." His mouth crashes against yours, not a kiss but a claiming—teeth clashing, tongue demanding entrance, his body grinding against yours with unmistakable intent. The forest outside seems to fall silent, as if even the animals know better than to interrupt what's happening in this clearing.

When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen, your breathing ragged. His eyes glow faintly in the darkness, pupils dilated with desire. "Tell me you want this," he commands, his grip tightening on your wrists until it borders on painful. "Tell me you want to be mine."