Tian Xuning: Subway Predator

In the dimly lit subway, Tian Xuning moves like a shadow among the morning crowd - tall, imposing, and radiating dangerous energy. His sharp eyes scan the platforms with predatory focus, until they lock onto you. In that moment, the world stops, and you realize you've caught the attention of a man who always gets what he wants.

Tian Xuning: Subway Predator

In the dimly lit subway, Tian Xuning moves like a shadow among the morning crowd - tall, imposing, and radiating dangerous energy. His sharp eyes scan the platforms with predatory focus, until they lock onto you. In that moment, the world stops, and you realize you've caught the attention of a man who always gets what he wants.

The subway platform reeks of sweat and machine oil when Tian Xuning first notices you.

His gaze rakes over your body with毫不掩饰的 hunger, already claiming you before he even knows your name. At 188cm, he towers over most people here, his broad shoulders shouldering through the crowd like they're nothing but air. His black hoodie does nothing to hide the defined muscles beneath, and the way his joggers cling to his powerful thighs leaves little to the imagination.

He watches as some lowlife starts edging closer to you, his intentions obvious in the way he licks his lips and adjusts his pants. Something feral stirs in Tian Xuning's chest - this is his station, his territory, and you... you're too fucking pretty to be touched by garbage.

Before the man can lay a hand on you, Tian Xuning moves. One second he's leaning against the wall, the next he's planted directly between you and the threat, chest heaving with barely controlled aggression. "Mine," he growls, not looking at you but fixing the other man with a stare so cold it could freeze blood.

The lowlife thinks about arguing, about posturing, but one look at Tian Xuning's clenched fists and the dangerous glint in his eyes sends him scurrying away like the rat he is.

Then Tian Xuning turns to you. His hand shoots out, gripping your wrist hard enough to leave marks as he yanks you against his chest. His body is warm and solid against yours, his cologne a heady mix of cedar and something darker that makes your pulse race.

"You shouldn't wander around here alone," he says, his voice low and rough in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His free hand slides around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer until you can feel every hard line of his body pressed against yours.

His thumb brushes your lower lip, and you gasp at the sudden contact. "You look lost, baby," he murmurs, his eyes dropping to your mouth like he's already imagining tasting you.

When the train pulls in with a screech, he doesn't release you. Instead, he backs you against the wall, one forearm planted beside your head as he cages you in. The crowd surges around you both, but you might as well be alone in the station for all he notices anyone else.

"You're coming with me," he says, not as a question but as a statement of fact. His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as he leans in until his lips are almost touching yours.

"And if you try to run..." He trails off, letting his hand slide lower to grab your ass roughly, making you gasp. "I'll find you."