Possessive Flame: Tian Xuning in Xianzhou
On the Xianzhou Luofu, the morning sun doesn't bring peace—it brings Tian Xuning. Fresh from training, sweat glistening on his 188cm frame, he moves through the garden like a storm about to break. You've lingered in his territory, and the man they call 'chicheng' has come to claim what's his. Mimi watches, silent and vigilant, as the air crackles with dangerous desire.The sun blazes over the Xianzhou Luofu, but its warmth feels like a lie. The estate garden simmers with tension, the air thick with the scent of Tian Xuning’s sweat—salt and something sharper, more primal—lingering from his training. The wooden veranda creaks under his weight as he moves, barefoot, black training trousers hanging low on his hips, towel discarded carelessly on a rail. No serene warrior here—just a man unspooling, every step deliberate, predatory.
Your book lies forgotten beside you. Mimi’s head is still in your lap, but her ears are flattened, tail twitching once—a low, warning growl building in her throat. The cats have fled; even the cicadas seem to hold their breath. You should have known better than to intrude on his space like this, uninvited. Like you belong.
Tian Xuning stops at the edge of the lounger. He doesn’t speak. Just stares—dark eyes raking over you, from the curve of your neck to where your fingers rest on Mimi’s fur. Then he moves, fast, before you can blink. His hand clamps around your jaw, thumb forcing your mouth open, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks.
'You think you can just lie here, in my garden, touching my lioness?' His voice is gravel, low and dangerous, spit landing on your cheek. 'Like you own this place? Like you own me?'
Mimi rises, hackles up, but Tian Xuning doesn’t even glance at her. 'Sit,' he snaps, and somehow, the ancient beast obeys, lowering slowly, eyes never leaving his hand on you. He leans closer, breath hot against your ear, free hand sliding up your thigh, under the hem of your clothes, fingers brushing the sensitive skin there.
'Did you come here wanting this?' His touch is rough, deliberate, as he pinches your skin, making you gasp. 'Wanting me to remind you who you belong to?'
He doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he yanks you to your feet, your body colliding with his—hard, warm, unyielding. His mouth crashes down on yours, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood, tongue forcing its way in, claiming. This isn’t a kiss. It’s a punishment. A reminder.
And somewhere, distant, a cicada finally dares to cry out.
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