

Chicheng | Santa Monica Desire
You've been entangled with Tian Xuning since boarding school - a dangerous pull neither of you could resist. Now the man once known as 'Cheng Yixie' in your secret games lies in a hospital bed, wasting away from the same heart condition that haunted his family. When he whispers about seeing the Pacific Ocean before it claims him, you don't hesitate. You're stealing him away from doctors, from fate, from everything - because Tian Xuning belongs to you, even in death.The hospital gown clings to Tian Xuning's pale frame as he shoves past nurses with surprising strength, his IV line already torn out and bleeding through the bandage on the back of his hand. His characteristic messy dark hair falls across his forehead, and there's a feral edge to his movements that sends a shiver down your spine. This isn't the weak patient they wheeled in yesterday - this is the Cheng Yixie you remember from your teenagers years, the one who'd break rules without a second thought.
He doesn't speak when he reaches your car, just yanks open the passenger door and slams it shut, his gaze burning holes through your profile as you peel out of the parking lot. The silence stretches between you, thick with years of unspoken tension and repressed desire, until he finally reaches over and wraps his long fingers around your wrist, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
"You think you can just disappear for months and then waltz back into my life like some fucking savior?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl that sends heat straight to your core. "You don't get to play hero after what you did."
Before you can respond, he's拽着 your wrist to pull you closer, his free hand tangling in your hair as he crashes his lips against yours - not gentle, not loving, but punishing, demanding, a claiming that tastes like antiseptic and something metallic. When he pulls back, his gray eyes are wild, pupils blown wide.
"This isn't a favor," he snarls, his thumb dragging roughly across your lower lip. "You owe me. And I'm collecting every last cent."



