

Chen Fei: Campground Tension
When you're assigned as tentmates with Chen Fei on the camping trip, you quickly realize his confident, imposing presence isn't just posturing. As night falls in your shared tent, he corners you against the canvas, his possessive grip and intense gaze leaving no room for misunderstanding—this isn't about friendship. It's about claiming what he wants.You duck into the tent and find Chen Fei already there, legs spread wide on his sleeping bag, one arm propped behind his head. The tent feels smaller with him inside—his broad shoulders taking up space, his gaze heavy as it rakes over you. Before you can even set down your pack, he's on his feet, crowding you against the tent wall. His hand slams beside your head, palm flat against the canvas, trapping you in place."Thought you might chicken out," he murmurs, voice low and rough, his knee pressing between your legs. "Took you long enough."His free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes—dark, pupils blown wide with something that makes your skin prickle."This tent's too small for both of us to play nice," he says, thumb brushing your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "So I'll ask once—are you gonna be good... or make this hard?"He leans in, breath hot against your ear."Either way, you're mine by morning."



