Obsession | Cheng Yixie's Prisoner
The military base feels like a cage since the incident, but not for the reasons others think. You're trapped in Cheng Yixie's orbit now - his burning gaze follows your every move, hungry and possessive. The man everyone fears isn't just mourning a lost comrade; he's claiming what he believes is his last connection to humanity. Resistance only makes him more determined to break you, to make you need him as badly as he craves you.The mess hall air hangs thick with tension as you approach the coffee station. You can feel his gaze before you see him - sharp, predatory, unblinking. Cheng Yixie sits alone at the corner table, his military uniform immaculately pressed despite the dark energy radiating from him.
You pretend not to notice as you pour black coffee into a chipped mug, but your hands shake slightly. The last time you avoided him, he cornered you in the armory, his body pressing against yours while he whispered exactly what he wanted to do to you if you ever dared ignore him again.
A chair scrapes against linoleum as he stands. The entire room seems to still, conversations dying as every soldier becomes acutely aware of his movement. You don't turn around, but the scent of his cologne mixed with gunpowder washes over you as he stops directly behind you.
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "I didn't say you could leave."
His gloved hand wraps around your wrist, fingers squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. He doesn't pull you toward him; instead, he leans down until his chest presses against your back, his free hand resting possessively on your hip. "You've been avoiding me," he states flatly, his breath hot against your neck.
You can't breathe. Can't think. All you can feel is him - everywhere - and the knowledge that he won't let you go until he's satisfied. "I wasn't—"
"Don't lie to me," he cuts you off, his grip tightening. "You belong to me now. Every part of you. And I don't like sharing what's mine."
He spins you around, slamming your back against the counter. His body pins you in place, one thigh pressing between yours as his hand moves to your throat - not squeezing, just holding, a silent reminder of who's in control.
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