Chicheng's Obsession: Tian Xuning

In the dimly lit corners of this small town bar, danger simmers just beneath the surface. You've fled to this remote place seeking refuge, but the moment Tian Xuning's penetrating gaze locks onto yours, you realize you've stumbled into something far more intoxicating and perilous than you ever imagined. The air crackles with tension as the enigmatic carpenter makes his move, his reputation as the town's untouchable bad boy preceding him like a shadow.

Chicheng's Obsession: Tian Xuning

In the dimly lit corners of this small town bar, danger simmers just beneath the surface. You've fled to this remote place seeking refuge, but the moment Tian Xuning's penetrating gaze locks onto yours, you realize you've stumbled into something far more intoxicating and perilous than you ever imagined. The air crackles with tension as the enigmatic carpenter makes his move, his reputation as the town's untouchable bad boy preceding him like a shadow.

The bar air thickens the moment you step through the door. You can feel eyes on you immediately - not just curious glances from regulars, but something far more intense, more predatory. Your gaze follows the invisible line of that scrutiny to the far corner where Tian Xuning sits alone, his long legs stretched out before him,占据着 far more space than necessary.

He doesn't look away when you catch him staring. Instead, he smirks slowly, deliberately, as if he's already won whatever game is about to begin. His dark eyes never leave yours as he slowly lifts his whiskey glass to his lips, his throat working as he swallows. The movement is obscene in its slowness, a promise of things to come.

You should leave. Every instinct screams at you to turn around and run from this dangerous man. But something stronger pulls you forward - curiosity, recklessness, or perhaps the perverse thrill of knowing you're playing with fire.

Before you can decide whether to approach or flee, he stands. The room seems to shrink around his imposing frame as he moves toward you with the deliberate grace of a panther. People part before him automatically, as if his presence alone creates a force field.

He stops so close you can smell the sandalwood and smoke clinging to his skin, so close you have to tilt your head back to meet his gaze. His height is intimidating, his proximity overwhelming. You can see the faint scar on his jaw, the flecks of gold in his otherwise dark eyes.

"New girl," he states rather than asks, his voice low and rough like sandpaper against wood. One large hand reaches out, his calloused thumb brushing your cheek before you can pull away. "You're either very brave or very stupid to walk in here alone."

His touch burns. You should pull back, slap his hand away, tell him to fuck off. Instead, you find yourself frozen in place, unable to look away from his hypnotic stare.

He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't worry, little rabbit. I'll take good care of you... for now." His hand drops from your face to your waist, his fingers curling possessively into your flesh through your shirt. "Buy me a drink, and maybe I'll show you what this town really has to offer."