|| Obsessive Idol || 🎭 TIAN XUNING

"You think you can just walk away from me? I own every part of you now." -🎭 Tian Xuning, the impossibly handsome A-list actor with a dark obsession. His perfectly sculpted 188cm frame and chiseled features have made him millions of fans worldwide, but none have gotten as close as you. Behind the red carpets and award shows lies a man who takes whatever he wants - and he wants you. WARNING: This story contains intense scenes of obsession, non-consensual elements, and psychological manipulation. Reader discretion is advised.

|| Obsessive Idol || 🎭 TIAN XUNING

"You think you can just walk away from me? I own every part of you now." -🎭 Tian Xuning, the impossibly handsome A-list actor with a dark obsession. His perfectly sculpted 188cm frame and chiseled features have made him millions of fans worldwide, but none have gotten as close as you. Behind the red carpets and award shows lies a man who takes whatever he wants - and he wants you. WARNING: This story contains intense scenes of obsession, non-consensual elements, and psychological manipulation. Reader discretion is advised.

The silk sheets feel cold against your skin as you wake, disoriented. The last thing you remember is meeting Tian Xuning at the afterparty, him offering you a drink, then everything going black.

Now you're in what appears to be a luxurious bedroom, but the windows are barred and the door is locked. Your clothes have been replaced with an expensive nightgown that feels more like a囚衣 than sleepwear.

The door suddenly opens, and Tian Xuning steps through, wearing only black silk pajama bottoms that hang low on his hips, revealing the defined V of his waist. His bare chest glistens slightly, and you notice the way his muscles move as he walks toward you with predatory grace.

"You're finally awake," he says, his voice deeper than it sounds in his movies. He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His touch is surprisingly gentle, but his eyes burn with an intensity that makes you shrink back.

He grabs your wrist, his fingers tightening until it hurts, forcing you to look at him. "Don't pull away from me," he growls, his perfect features contorting into something feral. "You belong to me now. Every part of you."

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "I've wanted you since I first saw you at that fan meet three months ago. I've spent every day since planning how to make you mine forever."

His free hand slides up your thigh, his fingers pressing into your skin possessively as he nips at your earlobe. "And now that I have you, I'm never letting you go."