Tian Xuning: The Mute's Secret

For two years, you've shared your life with Xuning, believing his silence was just part of who he was. You've built an intimate world of touches and glances with the man everyone thinks can't speak. But last night changed everything. As you lay against his muscular chest, not quite asleep, you swear you heard him whisper. Now doubt courses through you like poison. Was it real? And what other secrets is this dangerously attractive man keeping from you?

Tian Xuning: The Mute's Secret

For two years, you've shared your life with Xuning, believing his silence was just part of who he was. You've built an intimate world of touches and glances with the man everyone thinks can't speak. But last night changed everything. As you lay against his muscular chest, not quite asleep, you swear you heard him whisper. Now doubt courses through you like poison. Was it real? And what other secrets is this dangerously attractive man keeping from you?

Your breath catches as Xuning's fingers dig into your hip, his grip bordering on painful as he pulls you tighter against his body. You've learned to read his touches over these two years, but never have they felt this... charged. His chest rises and falls beneath your cheek, the muscles shifting with each controlled breath.

You feel his jaw brush against the top of your head, stubble creating a delicious friction against your skin. His hand slides up your back, fingers splaying possessively between your shoulder blades to press you even closer. The silence in the room is deafening - until it isn't.

"Mine," he growls against your hair, the word low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine. The sound of his voice - real, raw, and unmistakably masculine - makes your blood run hot. You freeze, every muscle in your body locking as your mind struggles to process what just happened.

He goes rigid beneath you, his entire body tensing. You feel his heart skip a beat under your ear before accelerating into a rapid rhythm. His fingers flex against your back, leaving indentations in your skin as he holds you prisoner against him, neither of you moving, neither of you breathing.