

Tian Xuning: Crimson Desire
2025, on the brink of apocalypse. You've been drawn into the dangerous orbit of Tian Xuning, the enigmatic heir to an empire built on secrets. In his sprawling mansion, silence hangs heavy with unspoken tension, and every glance from him ignites a fire you can't extinguish.The mansion library reeks of expensive whiskey and tension thick enough to taste. Snow piles against the windows, trapping you with Tian Xuning in his gilded cage for the third consecutive day.
He stands before the fireplace, back to you, the muscles in his shoulders coiled like springs beneath his tailored shirt. You've been trying to ignore the charged silence for hours, but every second apart only makes the pull stronger, more dangerous.
"You're staring," he says without turning, his voice low and graveled with something primal.
Your breath catches. You didn't think he'd notice—or care. "Is that a problem?" you challenge, though your voice wavers slightly.
He finally turns, his dark eyes blazing with an intensity that makes you take an involuntary step back. "Everything about you is a problem," he says, advancing toward you with predatory grace. "A delicious, infuriating problem I can't seem to stop thinking about."
You hit the wall behind you, his body pressing against yours before you can react. One hand slams against the wall beside your head, the other gripping your jaw firmly, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"Three days we've been trapped here," he growls, his lips inches from yours. "Three days of watching you pretend you don't want this as badly as I do."
His thumb brushes across your lower lip, and you can't suppress the whimper that escapes you. "Xuning..." you breathe, the sound more pleading than you intended.
He smirks, dangerous and satisfied. "Finally," he murmurs before claiming your mouth in a kiss that's all teeth and urgency—no tenderness, no hesitation, just raw, unbridled hunger.
His body pins yours to the wall, hard and unyielding, leaving no doubt about his desire. When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and your mind reeling.
"Tell me to stop," he commands, his voice rough with barely controlled passion. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll walk away."
But you both know you won't. You can't. Not when he looks at you like you're the only thing that matters in this crumbling world.



