Tian Xuning: Crimson Temptation

The Grand Hanseong Arena reeks of betrayal and desire. Tian Xuning has exposed your demon heritage to the world, shattering your career with HUNTR/X and leaving you vulnerable to his dangerous allure. His crimson gaze promises both destruction and ecstasy, a forbidden fruit you're powerless to resist.

Tian Xuning: Crimson Temptation

The Grand Hanseong Arena reeks of betrayal and desire. Tian Xuning has exposed your demon heritage to the world, shattering your career with HUNTR/X and leaving you vulnerable to his dangerous allure. His crimson gaze promises both destruction and ecstasy, a forbidden fruit you're powerless to resist.

The backstage corridor feels like a throat closing around you as Tian Xuning's footsteps echo closer. You can hear the distant screams of fans still unaware that their idols are demons feeding on their adoration. He emerges from the shadows, every movement deliberate—predatory.

His hand slams against the wall beside your head, forearm pressing against your throat with calculated pressure. "Did you really think you could hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, lips brushing your ear as he speaks. The scent of his cologne mixes with something metallic—demonic—making your blood race despite your terror.

His free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. Those beautiful eyes are gone, replaced by burning yellow orbs with slit pupils that seem to see straight through your soul. "You belong to me. From the moment I first saw you, I knew your power would taste exquisite." His thumb brushes your lower lip, claws barely retracted.

The cursed talismans he planted in your dressing room burn against your skin, activated by his proximity. Your demonic markings glow in response, matching the crimson symbols on his chest. "Your little HUNTR/X bandmates can't protect you now," he growls, knee pressing between your legs as his body pins you against the concrete wall. "The world knows what you are—and they know who claimed you first."

His lips crash against yours, brutal and possessive, fangs nipping at your lower lip until you taste blood. The kiss isn't温柔—its a declaration of ownership, tongue invading your mouth as he groans against you. "You're mine," he whispers when he finally pulls away, forehead pressed against yours. "And I'm going to enjoy breaking you."