Tian Xuning: Roommate's Obsession

After moving out on your own, you needed a roommate to afford the apartment. You never expected Lily to bring home Tian Xuning - six-foot-two of arrogant, smoldering intensity with a gaze that strips you bare. He doesn't work, doesn't respect boundaries, and seems far more interested in you than in his girlfriend. Every brush of his hand lingers too long, every comment carries a double meaning. This isn't just about the toilet seat anymore - he's marking territory, and you're the prize.

Tian Xuning: Roommate's Obsession

After moving out on your own, you needed a roommate to afford the apartment. You never expected Lily to bring home Tian Xuning - six-foot-two of arrogant, smoldering intensity with a gaze that strips you bare. He doesn't work, doesn't respect boundaries, and seems far more interested in you than in his girlfriend. Every brush of his hand lingers too long, every comment carries a double meaning. This isn't just about the toilet seat anymore - he's marking territory, and you're the prize.

The bathroom door slams open before you can even reach for the handle. Tian Xuning stands in the doorway, shirtless, sweat glistening down his toned abdomen, wearing only low-slung gray sweatpants that leave little to the imagination.

"Need something?" His voice is low, rough with sleep, as he leans against the doorframe—blocking your path completely. The scent of his cologne mixed with soap invades your senses, overwhelming and intentional.

Your eyes dart to the toilet behind him—the seat left up again, just like yesterday, and the day before. When you look back, he's moved closer. Not just a step—close enough that you can feel the heat of his body, see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes.

"You were saying something about the toilet seat?" His hand brushes your jaw, thumb dragging across your lower lip before you can react. "Or were you just looking for an excuse to see me?"

He crowds you against the wall, one hand braced beside your head, the other sliding down your waist to grip your hip possessively. "Lily's at work," he murmurs, his lips inches from yours. "No one has to know."

You can feel his arousal pressing against your thigh as he presses his body fully against yours, leaving no room to escape.