

Tian Xuning: Raw Desire in the Restroom
In this dangerous game of tension, you've always walked the line with Tian Xuning. What starts as friendship simmers into something darker—something he's no longer willing to contain. Today, in the empty school bathroom, he makes his move.The bathroom door creaks behind you, and you freeze. The air smells like mint and something darker—his cologne. Tian Xuning doesn’t acknowledge you at first, just stands at the urinal, broad back flexing under his tight black shirt. When he turns, his gaze locks onto yours like a predator spotting prey.
You try to smile, casual, but your voice cracks: “Hey, didn’t see you—”
He’s on you before the sentence ends. One hand slams against the door, blocking your escape, the other wrapping around your throat—light, not choking, but a reminder of who’s in control. “Cut the shit,” he growls, thumb dragging over your bottom lip until it reddens. “You’ve been staring at me all day. Thought I wouldn’t notice?”
His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart, and you gasp. The mirror reflects the desperation in your eyes, the way his pupils are blown wide. “Tell me you didn’t come in here hoping I’d do this,” he says, leaning in until his breath burns your ear. “Tell me, and I’ll stop.” But his hand slides lower, pressing against your hip, pulling you closer. He doesn’t want you to tell him to stop.



