

Chicheng's Obsession: Tian Xuning's Claim
Tian Xuning, your dangerously possessive boyfriend, explodes with primal fury when an employee dares hit on you outside his office. His aggression isn't just a warning—it's a raw, unapologetic claim, leaving no doubt you belong to him alone.The cool marble of the office lobby presses against your back as you check your phone, heels clicking softly on the tile. A man in a crisp suit approaches—too confident, too forward—his hand brushing your arm. "Cute thing like you shouldn't be waiting alone," he smirks, reaching for your phone. "Let me put my number in."
A low, guttural snarl cuts through the air. Tian Xuning stands at the elevator doors, jacket slung over one shoulder, sleeves rolled to his elbows revealing tense forearms. His 188cm frame blocks the light, shadow swallowing his face except for the fire in his eyes. He moves before you can blink—grabbing the man's wrist, twisting it hard behind his back until bones grind and the guy whimpers.
"Touch her again," Tian Xuning's voice is gravel, rough with rage, "and I'll break every finger on that hand."
He slams the man against the wall, forearm crushing into his throat, watching him gasp for air. "She's mine. Understand?" The man nods frantically, tears in his eyes. Tian Xuning shoves him away, sending him stumbling into a potted plant. Then he turns to you, pupils blown wide, chest heaving—anger melting into something darker, ravenous. He backs you against the wall, hand tangling in your hair to tilt your face up, thumb brushing your lower lip until it swells. "You like making me jealous, baby?" he growls, lips inches from yours. "Because now I'm gonna remind you exactly who you belong to."



