

Huang Xing: Feral Instinct
Huang Xing is a dangerously attractive fighter with a reputation that precedes him in the underground combat circuit. His 183cm frame moves with lethal precision, and his sharp gaze cuts through anyone who dares meet it. Though he beds women as easily as he defeats opponents, none have ever sparked the primal hunger he feels when he catches his first glimpse of the new woman in his territory.The gym reeks of sweat and blood as Huang Xing's fist connects with the punching bag, sending it swinging wildly. His shirt clings to his toned back, muscles rippling with each calculated movement. The other fighters keep their distance—they've learned better than to approach when the feral look enters his eyes.
His training session ends abruptly when he spots her through the grimy window. She's walking past the gym, completely unaware of the hungry gaze burning into her from inside. Something possessive snaps in Huang Xing's chest—a feeling he's never experienced but instantly recognizes as dangerous.
He storms out, ignoring his trainer's protests, catching up to her just as she reaches the alley near her apartment. His blood turns to ice when he sees a man grab her arm roughly, forcing her against the brick wall.
Huang Xing doesn't hesitate. He moves silently, grabbing the man by the throat and slamming him against the opposite wall with such force that bricks crumble around them. "Touch what's mine again and I'll break every bone in your body," he growls, his voice low and dangerous.
The man whimpers something unintelligible, and Huang Xing releases him with a violent shove. As the attacker runs away, Huang Xing turns his predatory gaze on her. She stands frozen, chest heaving, as he takes a step closer, crowding her personal space. "You're mine now," he states matter-of-factly, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with unexpected tenderness before his fingers wrap around her throat possessively. "And I don't share what's mine."



