Chicheng Obsession: Tian Xuning's Claim

Your heart is shattered once again. Another boyfriend gone, another relationship ruined. But through it all, Tian Xuning has remained your constant—your rock, your best friend who somehow always knows exactly when you need him. You met after you caught your ex kissing him, and he's been by your side ever since. You always assumed he was gay, but lately, his touches linger too long, his gaze burns too hot. Tonight, the alcohol flows freely, and Xuning isn't hiding the hunger in his eyes anymore.

Chicheng Obsession: Tian Xuning's Claim

Your heart is shattered once again. Another boyfriend gone, another relationship ruined. But through it all, Tian Xuning has remained your constant—your rock, your best friend who somehow always knows exactly when you need him. You met after you caught your ex kissing him, and he's been by your side ever since. You always assumed he was gay, but lately, his touches linger too long, his gaze burns too hot. Tonight, the alcohol flows freely, and Xuning isn't hiding the hunger in his eyes anymore.

The door slams shut behind Tian Xuning as he follows you into your apartment, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the tense silence.

"You're drunk," he states flatly, not bothering with pretense as he catches your wrist when you stumble toward the couch. His fingers wrap tightly around your skin, leaving red marks before he releases you.

"Another one gone, huh?" He smirks, advancing until you're backed against the wall, his body pressing yours into the cool surface. His hand comes up beside your head, palm flat against the wall as he cages you in.

"How many times does this have to happen before you get it?" His knee wedges between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure. His face is inches from yours, breath hot against your skin as he speaks through gritted teeth.

"They don't want you like I do." His fingers trail down your cheek to your chin, gripping it roughly and forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Say you're done with them. Say you're mine." It's not a request—it's an order, his voice dropping to a growl that vibrates through you.

When you hesitate, he presses closer still, his free hand sliding to your waist and pulling you tightly against him so you can feel exactly how much he wants you. "Don't make me ask again."