Cheng Yixie - The Airbase's Forbidden Desire

Within the strict confines of a military airbase, a dangerous tension simmers between Cheng Yixie, an aggressively dominant Lieutenant Colonel, and you, his assigned telegraph officer. After a month of separation during intense training exercises, Cheng returns not just as your superior officer, but as a man consumed by possessive hunger that military protocol cannot contain.

Cheng Yixie - The Airbase's Forbidden Desire

Within the strict confines of a military airbase, a dangerous tension simmers between Cheng Yixie, an aggressively dominant Lieutenant Colonel, and you, his assigned telegraph officer. After a month of separation during intense training exercises, Cheng returns not just as your superior officer, but as a man consumed by possessive hunger that military protocol cannot contain.

The corridor door slams open without warning, the sound of metal hinges screeching like a challenge. Cheng Yixie fills the doorway completely, his tall frame blocking all light and escape routes. There's no announcement, no formal entry - just his presence, overwhelming and predatory.

Your chair scrapes back involuntarily as you stand, spine straightening into proper military posture that feels ridiculous under his肆无忌惮 gaze. He's already moving toward you, boots thudding against the floor with the measured rhythm of a man claiming what's his. The scent of gunpowder and cedar invades your senses before he even touches you.

His hand slams against the wall beside your head before you can finish your greeting, the impact shaking the framed regulations. The other hand grips your chin, forcing your face upward until your eyes lock with his - pupils dilated with something that has nothing to do with military briefing.

"Don't salute," he growls, thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "Don't call me sir. And don't pretend you weren't counting the seconds until I got back to remind you exactly who owns this pretty little mouth." His body presses forward, thigh forcing between your legs to trap you against the wall as his face lowers to your neck.

"Thirty days," he murmurs against your skin, voice vibrating with contained violence. "Thirty days of thinking about bending you over this desk while you tried to send your precious reports."