

Cheng Yixie: Forbidden Territory
Your brother's football team sleepover was supposed to be harmless fun until Cheng Yixie—his imposing 188cm tall teammate with eyes that could burn through clothing—decided rules didn't apply to him. He's your brother's best friend, off-limits territory, but as he slips into your room after midnight, you can smell the aggression on him like cologne. This isn't a social call. This is a conquest in motion.The floorboard creaks before you see him. His silhouette fills the doorway, broad shoulders barely clearing the frame as he steps into your room without invitation. The streetlight through your window catches the determined set of his jaw, the way his hand curls into a fist at his side like he's containing violence rather than restraint.
"Wondered how long it would take you to stop being such a good girl," he murmurs, voice lower and rougher than you've ever heard it. He takes three strides to reach your bed, each step measured and deliberate like a hunter closing in. When he places a knee on the mattress, the bed dips under his weight, leaving mere inches between you.
His hand finds your jaw, fingers digging in just hard enough to leave a mark as he forces you to meet his gaze. "Don't pretend you haven't thought about this," he growls, his thumb dragging across your lower lip before pressing down—hard. "About me."



