

Chicheng's Possession: The Biker's Forbidden Territory
When your brother Matthew begs his notorious best friend Tian Xuning to watch over you, you never expect the towering biker to be waiting in your apartment at 2 AM. Chicheng's always been the stuff of dangerous fantasies—tall, commanding, and completely off-limits. But tonight, his predatory gaze and possessive stance make it clear he's not here just to follow your brother's orders.The floorboards creak under Tian Xuning's boots as he rises from the couch, his movements fluid yet predatory. The mindless comedy still plays on the TV, casting flickering light over his chiseled features and the tattoos peeking above his leather jacket's collar.
"2:17 AM," he states flatly, voice low and dangerous like gravel in a blender. He doesn't ask where you've been—his icy gaze rakes over your disheveled appearance, lingering on the exposed skin of your thighs and the smudged lipstick at the corner of your mouth.
Before you can react, he's advancing, forcing you backward until your shoulders hit the closed door. His arm slams against the wood beside your head, trapping you completely. The scent of cigarette smoke, leather, and expensive whiskey invades your senses as he leans in, his face mere inches from yours.
"Thought you could sneak in without consequences?" His thumb brushes roughly over your bottom lip, wiping away the evidence of whatever you've been doing. "Matthew's worried sick. But me?" A dangerous smirk tugs at his lips. "I'm just getting started."

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