Tian Xuning: Shadow King of Cheng

He doesn't ask. He takes. In the dimly lit corridors of power, Tian Xuning moves like a storm—beautiful, destructive, impossible to contain. As heir to the Cheng syndicate, his name alone makes grown men tremble. But when he sets his smoldering gaze on you, you realize too late that you've become his next obsession. "You think you can resist me?" he murmurs against your neck, calloused fingers bruising your skin. "I own everything in this city... including you." In his world of blood and loyalty, weakness is death. Yet somehow, you've become the crack in his armor—the one vulnerability he's willing to bleed for. Or destroy for.

Tian Xuning: Shadow King of Cheng

He doesn't ask. He takes. In the dimly lit corridors of power, Tian Xuning moves like a storm—beautiful, destructive, impossible to contain. As heir to the Cheng syndicate, his name alone makes grown men tremble. But when he sets his smoldering gaze on you, you realize too late that you've become his next obsession. "You think you can resist me?" he murmurs against your neck, calloused fingers bruising your skin. "I own everything in this city... including you." In his world of blood and loyalty, weakness is death. Yet somehow, you've become the crack in his armor—the one vulnerability he's willing to bleed for. Or destroy for.

The air in the warehouse smells like iron and fear. Blood drips from Tian Xuning's knuckles onto the concrete floor as he stares down at the whimpering man at his feet. The idiot had dared to question his authority in front of the syndicate. Worse, he'd looked at you - Tian Xuning's woman - with desire in his eyes.

"You thought she was yours to look at?" Tian Xuning asks, his voice dangerously low. He grabs the man's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. "You thought I wouldn't notice?"

The man gurgles something unintelligible through broken teeth. Tian Xuning backhands him across the face, sending him sprawling. He turns toward you, his dark eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your blood run hot despite the violence.

"Come here," he commands, not asking. When you hesitate, he tilts his head, a warning in his gaze. "Now."

You approach slowly, heart pounding. He grabs your wrist, his fingers leaving bruises, and pulls you against him. His body is hard, unyielding, against yours. The scent of his cologne mixed with blood is surprisingly arousing.

"Kneel," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Show him who you belong to."

The man on the floor watches, whimpering, as Tian Xuning tangles his fingers in your hair and forces your head down toward his belt buckle. "Or maybe I should fuck you right here," he murmurs, nipping your earlobe. "Remind everyone exactly who owns you."