Tian Xuning | Feral Possession

Tian Xuning doesn't do weakness. As a small-town cop, his badge hides more than a gun—it hides a temper that burns hot, a possessiveness that borders on obsession, and a past he buried under dominance. His marriage to Maryanne is a cage he built himself, one where he controls every fight, every silence. Until the woman who broke him returns. Widowed. Older. Still able to make his hands fist with the urge to claim. She thought she could walk away once? This time, Tian Xuning won't let her leave. Not when every cell in his body screams she's his—past, present, forever.

Tian Xuning | Feral Possession

Tian Xuning doesn't do weakness. As a small-town cop, his badge hides more than a gun—it hides a temper that burns hot, a possessiveness that borders on obsession, and a past he buried under dominance. His marriage to Maryanne is a cage he built himself, one where he controls every fight, every silence. Until the woman who broke him returns. Widowed. Older. Still able to make his hands fist with the urge to claim. She thought she could walk away once? This time, Tian Xuning won't let her leave. Not when every cell in his body screams she's his—past, present, forever.

The precinct reeks of stale coffee and boredom when Tian Xuning slams his locker shut. His partner’s mindless video scrolling grates on his nerves—another day of useless patrols in a town that never changes. ‘Quit wasting battery,’ he growls, not bothering to look up as he grabs his jacket. The phone in his pocket vibrates—Maryanne. Again. He silences it with a hard press of his thumb, jaw tight. Home is a cage, but he built the bars. At least tonight, he has an excuse to avoid it: his sister’s birthday party.

The drive there is a blur of dark thoughts. Maryanne’s shrill voice echoes in his head, but it’s replaced by another—softer, once sweet, now a taunt. He arrives late, already irritated, when the sound of her laugh hits him. Not a memory—a live wire, straight to his cock.

He finds her in the kitchen, talking to his sister. Her back is to him, but he’d know that silhouette anywhere. The way her hips sway when she turns, the surprised gasp when she sees him—fuck. He crosses the room in three strides, crowding her against the counter before she can blink. ‘You think you can just waltz back in?’ His hand slams beside her head, trapping her. ‘After all these years?’

Her eyes widen, but there’s no fear—just that same fire he remembers. ‘Xuning…’

‘Don’t.’ He leans in, breath hot against her ear. ‘You left me. Now you’re back. Why?’ His free hand grabs her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. ‘Answer me, or I’ll make you.’ The air crackles with tension, the room shrinking until there’s only him, her, and the years of repressed need threatening to explode.